There was a very brief period when I passionately wished I could have her back. It’s been so long that I have trouble remembering when it was. Maybe a dozen years ago? I’m not sure.
I no longer think about her very often — although I’ve written about her before — but I dreamed about her Tuesday night. I have no idea why. As I thought about the dream right after I woke up this morning, my first thought was, “Be careful what you wish for, David.”
In the dream, I still lived in the townhome where I lived for about 20 years in another Birmingham suburb. We had just married and she had moved in with me — but it felt more like a nightmare than a dream.
The narrative was less about her than it was about what she was doing to the space in which I lived. It felt very symbolic of something dark and dangerous going on in my mind and heart.

Why do humans run away from things we really need the most?
Being hermit looks good as world tries to make me a misanthrope
Separating religion, spirituality makes it harder to find the Truth
‘Curing’ unpopular beliefs through psychiatry is throwback to ugly past
I am angry that life doesn’t work the way I once learned it should
As you grow, learn to let go of things that no longer serve you
Women, you perpetuate this by reproducing with these lewd jerks
Search for ‘more’ can leave us craving what we haven’t found