I had a dream about The Psychological Abuser last night.
I came home, well at least it felt like my home, but it wasn’t MY apartment that I’m living in now or have lived in before and he was just there on my couch.
He didn’t yell at me or berate me.
I went into the kitchen, briefly and met with some of the friends I’d lost in the “divorce”. Told them I loved them.
No one said anything.
I went back into the living room.
I just asked him to leave, and he got up and went.
And when I went back to the kitchen, everyone was gone.
Hopefully. Getting real tired of dreaming about that person.