Last night I fell asleep bbm-ing with my muffin man. He was at a concert and talked to me for quite a while. I fell asleep with a smile on my face. My dreams started out with me and the muffster, havin a great time. Being together, in different places, different times... I do believe with all my heart that his is my soul mate. As does he.
Then I was tossing and turning, waking up, sweating, and I remember waking up to a dream about someone redecorating my bedroom... And there were a few dreams in between but I woke up again, to a dream of the abortion I had. And today I struggled all day tryong not to regret it. But I still think I did the wrong thing. I don't think I was supposed to do that. I think I was meant to have him. And I know it was a boy. My son. I killed. I am so upset about this. And again I have to "stay strong."
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Those were serious, heavy dreams. But they were dreams,not reality.
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