It was a very pleasant dream, full of positive vibs which stayed with me as I woke this morning. In the dream my husband had invited me back to our bed and it was a joyous reunion. I felt no emotion though and until I wrote this I thought I felt no emotion about it upon waking. I must be having more dreams that I don’t remember because mornings are the worst, not the nights.
Now that I have broken my word about not sharing anymore about the divorce I might start sharing more; I am not sure because mostly the reason why I want to say less than more is because I hold onto hope.
My little living room/dinning room is taking shape.