Ugh. Woke up at 4 a.m. this morning in a cold sweat. Having a dream about H and OW. I've read about having those type dreams. Apparently it's a natural and recurring phenomenan. Makes me sick. It's almost like your mind, just at the time when it is "dropping the rope," gets scared to actually do it or something. So the dream strikes, and it starts us all back at square one. Well, kinda.
Yak. It just makes me feel icky. Now, my mind is right back to thinking of H and OW. Why is that? But then my mind continues on to think that maybe, just maybe, I should remember this sitch for what it is. I'm preggo. H abandoned me for another girl. I don't care how little of a conscience he has, he *must* somewhere, down deep inside, feel a little like a piece of sh!t for what he's done.
Oh well. Doesn't do much for me, now does it?
I don't know how many of you truly believe in signs -- or, as a friend of mine calls them: God winks, or, as I sometimes call them: Universal blips (also known as coincidences) -- but I've had a couple really interesting ones recently, related to H. And I don't understand the purpose of them. I really don't. I mean, shouldn't *he* be the one that's being reminded of me in some way? Anyway, I'll write more on those later...
