The Man

There's a man that stands at the end of the stairs. He doesn't make himself fully visible but I see him each time I pass by the stairs at the corner of my eye. He's wearing jeans, a plaid shirt, and a straw hat. He seems to just stair down at me and watch me pass. When I turn to his direction, he disappears.

I had a dream about this man. I feel asleep in the living room and I had a dream about him. He used to live in this house with his family. He had a little girl. Maybe about 2 years old.

In my dream, I see myself sleeping and this happening around me. I see him holding his daughter in his arms. They are standing between the kitchen and the living room. I do not hear anything but I can tell he is arguing with someone in the kitchen. All of a sudden there are flames in the kitchen. He is burnt and drops his daughter. She runs towards the kitchen to reach the person in there. She never comes back out. Then the man with a burnt hand walks towards me and kneels to my side and touches my shoulder. I wake up.

When I wake up I see my year old cousin playing in the living room by herself. Except she looks like she is playing with someone. Then I hear my aunt in the kitchen dropping a pan onto the floor because she burnt her wrist on the handle.

Why is it that what I woke up to was very similar to the dream I just had?

Betrayal

I was in bed with another man. We were having sex but I did not feel anything towards him. But the intensity was enough for the moment.

I could not decide if I would tell my husband or not. If I were to tell him, I know it would mean the end of a marriage that had just begun. I chose wrong. He realized I had cheated on him and was give 2 days to leave the house. Emotionally I was destroyed. One choice had ruined the rest of my life. What was I to do? The man that I loved had just ended all ties with me and wanted me out of his life.

I packed the essentials but did not have anywhere to go and only $50 to my name. He saw me in tears but still did not care. What I had done to him was evil enough. I could see the hatred in his eyes. I had torn his heart into pieces.

All of a sudden I was in a taxi deciding where I was going when I realized I had no one to turn to. In every one's eyes I was the most disgraceful person. And that was how I felt.

I found out I was pregnant. But from who? My Husband or my mistake? What was I to do with this child? Keep it or abort it? Would either one of them want to be father of this child? Would they even want me in their life? Could I provide a good home and love this child?

I went back to my husband attempting to explain to him what had happened and tell him I was pregnant. After all the tears and explanations he had decided that.......

I woke up to the sight of him laying right next to me. Wondering what he would do if I were to ever betray him and be in this position.