Daydreaming my way to a better life.
Sometimes, especially at night, I imagine myself, divorced or never married and think about how peaceful my life would be. I imagine how I would decorate my house, the trips I would take but mostly the serenity I would have.
Normal?
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I don't know about normal,
I don't know about normal, but it sure sounds sad.
Really? Sad? I'm generally
Really? Sad? I'm generally a happy person..but sometimes...just sometimes, I imagine not having married my DH and all the baggage that comes with it.
I was hoping it was normal. Even wives of "nuclear" families must daydream too?
Hey, at least I'm not
Hey, at least I'm not daydreaming about being "with someone else" LOL.. I'm daydreaming about being alone! Now THAT would be cause for concern..... although, wait...one time I had a daydream on the train way home from work that I was single and met Ryan Gosling, and he became my new boyfriend. Ahhhh...I just might have that daydream again today.
I would decorate my house
I would decorate my house with cream colored, big comfy cloth sofa's and chairs with some deep earth toned throw pillows (like deep rich reds, oranges and browns). All the walls would be painted varying tones of grey, from creamy white to charcoal depending on the room and the wall. I would have dark colored, wide plank, wood floors throughout. Heavy, solid dark wood table and, worn in leather, high back dining chairs. I would have my paintings (most of which would be vibrant colors) lit in a discreet way. (Of course, the art would all be original and expensive....none of which I currently own).
Ahh I could go on and on...(sigh)
You mean instead of bullet
You mean instead of bullet proof (aka skid proof) 2nd hand store objects d'art from the eighties? (SIGH)
But not the Ryan Gosling that
But not the Ryan Gosling that was in Drive. His pants were too tight.
But the Ryan Gosling in every other movie, yes.
Last week DH and SD11 were
Last week DH and SD11 were out of the house from Wed evening to Saturday evening. I went to work, came home, ate doritos for dinner, laid in bed, cuddled with the dog, watched whatever the hell I wanted to on tv. It was friggen GLORIOUS! I sent DH e-mails telling him I missed him...but, you know what? I really didn't! And you know what else!!! I shut SD11's bedroom door and pretended I lived alone for 3 days. It was like a mini-vacation from my life.
Oh I love this daydream. I
Oh I love this daydream. I daydream that I am young again and not married no kids. I move to a nice tropical island and live there in total happiness
If DH is on my good side that day then he can be in my daydream too!
Sounds like a little like
Sounds like a little like heaven.
I think I daydream about it more often because I was didn't marry until I was in my late 30s. So I spent a lot of years (in hindsight I would describe them as blissful) living alone. I miss it sometimes.
I think you have the best of both worlds.
If I was more financially
If I was more financially stable I would leave all this bs behind. It is too much. I have not had children for the fear that my husband will not pay the same attention to them as he does for his son8.
I fantasize that if my SS8 was not here or wouldn't exist, I would live in a 1 bedroom high rise condo and have a PHD in the works! I sometimes pity my life for having spent almost 9 yrs of my youth with someone who is absolutely obsessed with his only son because he "wants to give him the life he never had with his Dad". Now, that's sad!
"Id have a shabby chic house
"Id have a shabby chic house with white furniture"
Yah manymoments, as soon as I read that I started dreaming too. And then I remembered my ss who is freakin' TWENTY!!! will wipe his damn hot cheeto fingers on everything and anything! I know it's him, I've busted him so many times! My husband and I are getting ready to redo our attic. It's got fourteen foot ceilings, 1800 square ft of NO KID ZONE. All white and plank floors. I already made the sign that says no kids allowed.