Sometimes our dreams reflect our day and even our guilt. That is what happened to Dragon last night.
He dreamed that I divorced him.
Lack of affection. A hug and a kiss. A simple touch and a cuddle on the couch.
He realized that he had withdrawn from me and his dreams held him accountable.
I had just started to notice that something was wrong. I was braced for it to get worse. The way it was before I started my blog, when PTSD ruled our lives and kept me walking on egg shells.
He recognized it and stopped before it got bad. I am sure that this is going to be a struggle for a while. But... Since he recognizes the problem, we will be able to work through it.