At 2 am this morning, I woke up to a bad dream, sliding backwards in our bed yelling for Barry to wake up, “there they are!” I thought our television was a window, and those people there were there to harm me. It was so fucking weird! I was so embarrassed at first. It was short lived. My husband is precious! He holds me when I need it. 🙂 I never remember being consoled when I cried. My mom was a good mom until I was 12. I’m sure she kissed my tears away. I’m just saying. I don’t remember those times.