My subconscious is a pain in the ass

Every so often, I have a series of bad dreams that involve the dissolution of my marriage. Usually, I dream about finding Shawn with another woman, which I’ve learned to dismiss as just a goofy little manifestation of some insecurities I battled long ago. The dream I had last night, though it did not involve adultery, was pretty upsetting. For the first time, my stupid subconscious used the big “D” word.

What’s even more interesting is that it was Shawn, not me, who repeatedly said he wanted to divorce. My dream also involved a nameless, faceless couple who attempted some sort of strange intervention. Only the female spoke, and though I don’t remember anything specific she said to me, she made me feel as though I was to blame for the mess in which I found myself. She also told me that I was a fat ass and daydreaming if I thought my current exercise routine was going to help me lose weight.

Hearing the word divorce was not as upsetting as watching Shawn sit around and joke and laugh with this strange imaginary couple. I was petrified and crying; he was having a good time engaged in conversation. I knew at that moment that Shawn was very serious about getting divorced. I had done something terribly wrong, and he no longer trusted me, he no longer desired me, he no longer loved me. There was nothing I could do to earn his forgiveness.

Of course, when I told Shawn about my dream, he called me “nuts” or something, but I wish I knew why these types of dreams surface every six months or so.

Silly monkey.