I actually think I want to expand on the whole fantasies thing, but I have other thoughts on my mind at the moment.
Would someone kindly tell me why my only true dreams are the bad ones? Well, the ones that are about the living anyways...
I have dreamed that thing1 left rehab, then that she was using again. Then I dreamed of thing2 fighting with her fiance, then I dreamed of her and woke with only a feeling of anger.
So this morning, who calls but thing2's fiance--to say that thing1 left rehab and they moved her in with them. Last week. Because she called up with some line of bullshit about being fed expired food and how terrible the place was.
I picked that rehab for her. And I'm a smart girl. I did massive amounts of research on that place. It was the very best across the board in three states.
I think that love is the most amazing emotion we are capable of. Nothing else can encompass such a wide range of experiences and other emotions.
But love isn't easy is it? Love for lovers, family, friends, life, the family dog...It's not easy.
My head hurts.
Oh yea, and I get to go back to the Doc for a round of tests because apparently, it's not normal to have chronic headaches for this long after an accident.
Who knew? Lol.
I'll respond to the comments on my last post tomorrow. When my mind doesn't feel like it's imploding. One can always at least strive to make sense right?