Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 7/10/2016
By Just Me
I was walking down Plymouth Rd. in Redford with Charlie. We got briefly separated (for a matter of seconds up to a minute,) which wasn't the biggest deal as we had separate destinations, but I wanted to say bye properly, so I went after him. He was gone. I looked up and down the roads and couldn't find him. Anywhere. Now this was weird because he is NOT fast and has no endurance, so he couldn't get out of sight so completely and so quickly. Nearby there was a house. It was a crack house, but I had done work with the kids that lived in it, and went to ask if they had seen him pass by as I was growing increasingly worried. They grew silent. It was then that I found his jacket on the floor. Then he walked out of the back room completely out of his mind. I was devastated. I was so far beyond furious. For years and years I had suffered due to his mental illness, and never once had he had the honesty to tell me that he was not schizophrenic, but just a crackhead who had been squandering our resources to feed his addiction. That he had actively brought all of our suffering upon us. He tried to talk it down. To tell me I was overreacting; but I knew this was his final betrayal, the one thing I could not forgive. I knew everything was changed, was different. That things would not be "normal" again. As much as it hurt, I knew that it was time to leave, and that he was NOT going to hurt me again.