I was married once. (Yeah really!!) Not for a long period of time but it is a fact. I thought everything was going great when it wasn't. I was too young, blind and naïve to know better. I can still recall the beginning of the end with clarity but most that followed is extremely clouded. I came around eventually after a period of denial of fault, to recognize and admit that I screwed it up royally. Lesson learned! It's my only real regret in this life.
Lately I've been having dreams about those days. Occasionally a pleasant vision. Mostly the kind where I wake up feeling conflict and loss. Dreams where I can see things taking place from afar that I don't want to see, but am powerless to look away or stop.
I wonder why the recent increase in related dream activity? I used to think that I had finally made peace with those ghosts.
Beyond this, I don't know what else to say. It was so long ago and I hashed things over through my thoughts daily for so long that I actually became burned out by it all.
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