I remember the day I woke up crying in my sleep. I was next to my now ex-husband back when he still loved me. I think it was 2021. It's the only time in my life I can ever remember just waking up randomly in the middle of the night crying. I cried uncontrollably and my loving husband held me through it. He asked me what was wrong, but I couldn't tell him. I was crying because of my dream, the dream that was too sad for me to write down in my dream journal. The dream I didn't want to remember. The dream I wish I didn't remember now. The dream that still haunts me. In the dream, I had worked my husband to the bone, I had stressed him out and worked him until he took his own life. It was the worst dream I ever had. And I often dream of zombies or apocalypses or military units descending upon the people and having to run and fight for my life. These are my regular dreams yet; this dream was still the worst by far. Is that what happened to my marriage? Did I work and stress my once loving husband so much that I killed his will to be a good man? Is that why he resulted in cheating, and all the horrors that are associated with that choice? Was that the only way out he could fathom?
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