Bad Dreams

Sometimes our dreams reflect our day and even our guilt.   That is what happened to Dragon last night.  

He dreamed that I divorced him.  

Why?

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He realized that he had withdrawn from me and his dreams held him accountable.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.  

WOW

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.  

GO DRAGON!