I had a strange dream that woke me up at 5 AM, and I immediately started Googling.
In the dream, I saw him in a car with two women - one of whom was obvious, while the other didn’t really matter, just some other woman. I picked up my phone and saw a message from him where he wrote that he had Stockholm syndrome.
Of course, still half-asleep, I forgot what it actually meant and started Googling… “Stockholm syndrome is a term commonly used in psychology to describe an unconscious, protective, and traumatic bond - either mutual or one-sided - that forms between a victim and their aggressor during captivity, abduction, and/or through the use or threat of violence.”
It’s fascinating how my brain finds different ways to interpret the unwillingness to accept what happened - painting various scenarios in my dreams when, in reality, it would be better to just let go and move on.
No, seriously, brain, just erase the past from my subconscious already. Why do you keep creating different scenarios almost every night about why we broke up? We broke up, that’s it. He’s gone.
Either create a simple image of who he was - without details about other women and all that useless clutter - or bury him the way he buried me.
Am I doing all these hobbies before bed and taking calming meds at night for nothing - just to end up inventing excuses for his behavior in my dreams?!
There are no excuses. It’s over. He made his decision. He’s gone. That person is dead. This is someone else entirely.