I had nightmare a few days ago.

I got married in my dream. Shotgun. The father of my child is actually someone I know in real life, and he’s a sweet, sensitive guy. In my dreams I’d already given birth to a boy. I live in this private apartment together with his family. His mum’s a pain in the neck, and she didn’t like me. I’m dressed in a t-shirt, and I look like a typical housewife. The dream fast forward to my child’s first month party, and my mother-in-law was showing off her grandson to the relatives, and forbidding me to go near him. My aunt and all came too, and she said this to me, ”Not bad huh, you look good!” I felt hurt and asked myself if it is going to be like this for the rest of my life?

Wat’s worse? My husband did not treat me well. He’s cold and aloof, and we slept in different rooms. I woke up feeling weary. Have I idealize marriage?

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K*** was feeling upset recently. So he was saying even though the gal he loves left him in the end, he’s still happy that she walked with him throughout the months and took hardships with him. Which guy will actually appreciate the gal for her efforts? He may have nothing to give at the moment… at least he treasured her when they were together.

I dunno wat else we toked bout, but it led to me telling K*** bout this conversation bout cars being a bonus in attracting women, and it’s hard to find a gal who’ll take the train and bus with you without complaining. I told him I walked from woodlands to near yishun, wat’s the big deal bout buses and trains? I gave up when there’s a blister along the way. He said if I really can take hardships with a guy, wat is a blister? Dumbfolded for the moment. But wait, it doesn’t make sense right? Walking till my legs break = true love? In the first place, her first step with you already meant a lot.

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