Just an update to say that I’m still hanging in there. I’ve been mostly fairly content the past few weeks. I’m ever so slowly adjusting to being single again.
I had a dream the other night that I could bring Steve back but he wouldn’t be healthy, and I hesitated. When I woke up, I felt like a horrible person for that hesitation.
There’s an old cliche about a woman holding her husband responsible for things he did in her dream. I go one further and hold me responsible, too.
I’m glad you’re still here.
I have a recurring dream that I’ve murdered someone and have to hide the body, so if we’re responsible for what we do in dreams, I’m in big trouble.
Greetings. I’m glad you’re still here too. So am I. Late to the party as usual.