I woke up last night pissed and hurt…nightmares, I really don’t have them about the affair. I know you’d think I would, but I never really have, I guess maybe because it haunts me (torments me) so much during my waking hours that God gives me a break when I sleep.
My dream last night? I walked into my bedroom to see my husband with the whore/ who then turned into a prostitute. His defense in the dream was at least this time he was paying for it and she was a cheap whore/prostitute. I woke up as I was beating the shit out of him in my dream.
I’d tell my dream husband this…You paid for the sex before, and she was a cheap whore. She whored herself out over some cheap gifts, a lot of lies of feelings (which then became true words of guilt and dis gust which for some reason she never believed only the words she wanted to hear), and dinners at his apartment where he fed her. The only expensive part of keeping his whore was the cost paid by his family.
We were the ones who paid in tears and heartbreak, we paid with our embarrassment and pride. We paid with our family.
“Hey Mr.Dream Husband you don’t know shit, your whore was expensive not cheap!!!” Is what I’d say.
But I’m now not taking to either husband because I’m mad this morning with a dream hangover.