Feeling comforted.Posted: January 22, 2008
Last night, Brent held me as I cried and it felt so good. It was the first time he ever did that for me. Actually, as far as I can remember, it was the first time anyone has done that for me. It made me feel so safe and reassured.
I hope that there’s someone to hold me every time I cry from now on.
Last night I had the most ridiculous dream regarding this whole thing. I dreamed that she left a stack of shoe-box sized paintings on our door step, presumably for Brent. They each had some kind of memento and a saying related to their relationship. I obviously hated it. So I took all of them and the one that’s actually at our house right now and put them in the car. I then told Brent I needed him to drive me to work.
I was planning to bring them to her work and dump them on her desk to mortify her as I have been mortified but I woke up to pee before that actually happened.