I had a dream about my first husband last night. We reconciled…but then, that very day, I went through his cabinets and took everything he had. I even changed every lock before I left again. I was thinking to myself This is what you deserve! but I quickly came to the realization that none of these things had any value. It was just stuff.
Everything meaningful that he had really lost he had actually just given away years before.
So I just left him with his nothingness, to live with the choices that he had made.
"Jump in bed and cover up your head and everything will be alright."
My Granny used to tell me that when I was a little girl. It is the most useful advice I have ever been given next to my dad’s advice that “the way to get a man to do something is to make him think it was his idea.”