Nightmares, all night, every night this past several nights but last night especially. My ex coming back again, moving me into a high-rise (I'm afraid of heights) and tearing up my furniture in the move. My things, the few things I've managed to hang on to over the years then suggesting we get rid of it after he returns from the his deployment and replace it with "decoupage"! I raged inside but awoke sluggish and worn out.
These helpless, hopeless, whipped on dreams from the past of him...all those years of the emotional garbage make me nauseous. What he represents and why I was with him on and off all those years makes me sick.