I'm shaking my head, making sure last night's nightmare is not real. You all know I keep talking about how much I wish DH was still with me. Well, I dreamt last night that not only was Jim still alive -- but that he had FAKED his death to get away from me! I was so stunned and hurt, and then the real horror struck: Not only was I ultimately rejected and betrayed, but I would have to pay back all of the life insurance and pension benefits I'd been receiving for five years, my income would stop abruptly, I don't have a job and have been out of my field so long, people say, "Janice WHO?"
I woke up so afraid and hurt and angry ... and then was ashamed that I was relieved he was still dead.
Weird morning.
Other than that, I have an inch or so of clean, white snow (with a couple of yellow spots in the back yard ), a warm cuppa and good company. Life is good, as last night's dream has made me realize. I WASN'T rejected when Jim died, and I am warm and fed and sheltered and secure. Thank you, Jim. I AM cared for and loved.