okay. I'm trying not to be disturbed by this. But. Three ex-husband dreams in five nights. The first where he got squooshed beneath a falling building and Alex came back to me (acceptable).
The other two where we were back together again. ...He was being nice, and I was sweating it about how long it would be before I once again began hearing how deeply I fail his expectations (not acceptable).
Is this like those college dreams where you haven't been to class all semester and suddenly it's finals? Or the Bristol dreams where you find yourself scurrying for shelter because a tornado is on the horizon? God, I hope not. I hate to think I'm going to be plagued by periodic, college-slash-Bristol-like dreams of the ex-husband. ugh.
The best part of one dream, however, is when the ex held up a pair of tightie whities with a gigantic hole in the seat and asked me where we could find someone to repair it (meaning me to be his seamstress). I got great satisfaction by saying firmly, "Alfi, I can't repair that. You'll just have to buy new underwear."
