I had nightmares all night. Then they turned into a dream where I went back to my ex, and things were different.
Only a few small tweaks… my ex’s mom had finally gotten off of her meds and she made amends with him. They finally had a good relationship. And because she had woken up and started working on herself, her relationship with her husband, my ex’s dad, turned a corner. There was respect, communication and love in a space that there had never been any.
Everyone had grown the fuck up and started respecting each other AND respecting emotions in general instead of ignoring them.
So, that trickled down to how my ex saw me. He finally saw me and respected me. So, I re-entered the relationship with him as this person. This whole person whose family was put together, finally, and he saw me for the first time ever.
And the relationship was thriving. I felt great. I felt like I belonged there.
The sex was still awkward, but with the belief that he respected me… it was doable. It was workable. I was optimistic.
What an absolute mindfuck.
ChatGPT said that this dream was my subconscious’ attempt to bring me closure.
