I dream’t about my ex-wife last night. We met in a pub, and after a tense couple of seconds we had an actual conversation. We forgave each other for all the terrible things we did, we shared our triumphs and commiserated our failures. We acted like friends.
I need that to happen in the waking world, because I can’t forgive her or myself for the things we did.
I’m trying, but it’s hard.