“Since she could not have the heroin of being with him her unconscious mind chose the methadone of her memories with him.”

I don’t want to let you go but you’re hurting me.

Two nights ago I dreamed the dream that ended with you coming back to me. We were walking holding hands down the street and you were telling me how you were running a construction business in TX and it wasn’t going well. You wanted to come home. I told you I was pregnant and that I was sorry. I wanted it to be yours. You told me you didn’t care…..you would be uncle to the baby and I told you he would have 2 dads. I was so happy you were coming home, that you missed me and all this time that had passed and all these feelings I’ve carried weren’t for nothing. and then I woke up.

Upon waking I remember reflecting thinking I don’t recall a dream where you were coming back. Finally a dream where I actually got what I wanted from you.

Last night was different. I dreamed of you and the kids and a bunch of other people riding some kind of hay ride down the road I happened to be walking. The kids jumped off and ran to me, hugging me, telling me they missed me. I asked O to find me on facebook so we could stay in touch. You were with your wife on the ride and you said to the kids you were glad they got to say hi to me and that you were happy with your life now and thankful to me for that.