Talked to a friend on the phone yesterday who asked how I was feeling about the break up.
"Not so good," I admitted, describing the mourning I'm going through.
Last night I had a drink with a man who--while looking nothing like him--demonstrated he had a number of traits--and interests--similar to husband's.
Kiss of death?
Yes.
So last night I dreamt about husband.
We had been apart, not talking, and I was yearning for him.
Then we were together, in a house that was being cleaned out, and we were supposed to wait (nice symbolism for divorce, huh?)
"I miss talking to you," I said. "I miss knowing what's going on with your life. You had surgery and didn't even tell me--it felt so bad."
In the dream, husband made no response.
Just like in real life, he did not want to talk.
I woke up feeling so happy I'd seen him, then realized it was a dream.
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