Sometimes I hate my dreams. They always seem so real. Last night I dreamed of an abusive ex-boyfriend. In the dream, he was nice to me, but i felt guarded even though I was sarcastic to him and treating him like crap. I hate that i dreamed of him. It's been 20yrs since "us" and since i've seen him. I thought i had him removed from my life/heart/mind, guess not. So today I'm in odd mood, like I'm going to see him soon. I hate him and I do not want to see him. I don't want my husband w/ me if i do run into him as exbf will start shit. I know his neighbors, (I see the husband on monthly basis, he delivers to my work) and from what he's told me before, exbf hasn't changed one bit. Sigh. Maybe a harder workout will shake the ugliness i feel. I do need to cut the cord w/ him though.