I dreamt my husband left me and didn’t say why, like when we fight because I fail to read his mind.
I felt unlovable, alone, afraid, sad, and defeated.
I told him that when he drilled the ceiling above our heads it created so much dust, noise, and falling debris that I feared for our lives.
He implied that I should understand his master plan.
Though we may disagree, I woke up with the feeling that my marriage is worth more to me than I thought.
There’s the devil that you know versus the angel that you don’t…at least he keeps me out of the horrors of the dating pool, though gentlemanly bachelors seemed to abound after we got married.
I just need to keep the sky from falling, and the sky is my mind.