Sometimes I Am...

...such a fucking idiot. Now don't tell me I'm too hard on myself - with Will this is something that I should just KNOW. And it did pop up - but I dismissed it and instead took the low road.

What am I talking about? The damn wedding ring. It was a his wedding ring with ME - not someone else. This is why it looked exactly like my ex husband's (second ex) - as my ex was married to me - obviously. He was showing me the ring because married people do think about one another a lot -- and this is also why what that guy told him he didn't freak out over. Duh, duh, duh...

No wonder he spaz-ed when I went back into the dream. Dang it Allie. He freaked because I freaked about the ring -- no, no Will, I wouldn't wig out a bit being married to you-- SIGH.

Can we have a dream do-over?

Just to keep the record straight - being married to Will is not something I would freak out over in a bad way. Got it?

At least by the time we woke up all was squared.

That ex of his is holding on for dear life -- I can understand why from her end - I wouldn't want to let him go either. I would though if I knew that's what he wanted. It's rather unsettling. Feels almost as if she is wading into stalker territory - if she isn't already there. That can't be good - no matter how you look at it. It fits in though with the image I keep seeing in NYC when my son and I are there in May. He and she at a table - him trying to talk to her in a civil manner and her having a break down and stomping out.

Humm....

I know - 2 posts in one day on a Sunday even! But Iris says post them -- so I'm following orders.

Back to work...

Crystal Sunshine!
Allie :)