The Heart that Broke Mine

Do you ever wake up from a dream and are convinced that everything you just saw was 100% real? You sit up, confused, and then the confusion turns to a whole bunch of other emotions you can’t control.

I don’t remember my dreams often, but the ones that I do are always sad or terrible in some way. My very vivid dreams often have a catastrophic effect on my mood the next day, solely because they feel extremely real.

Recently, I had a dream that had me fighting with myself not to lash out at my partner who was the antagonist in this dream that had me ready to burn down the world.

Imagine waking up and just going crazy at your partner for something they didn’t even do, as you can see it’s not adding up to a great situation.

The dream started with us at our “new” home and things were as they always are between us. A “friend” came to visit, and me being the trusting person that I am, told this friend and my boyfriend to go chill while I fix us something to snack on.

This is the part that had me going. In my dream, I hear loud music coming from one of the bedrooms, so as I’m coming down the passage I get to the room that has the music blaring from it, and the door is shut.

Opening the door, slowly, I walk into a scene that sent my heart right into my stomach both in my dream and in real life. Here, on my bed, are my boyfriend and my friend, with no clothes on, passionately kissing (like we don’t even kiss like this) and getting ready to get it on.

I dropped everything in my dream and burst into tears while hearing them try to explain what was happening while my boyfriend is in a sense begging me to understand how sorry he is for what I had just walked into.

Now I know it was only a dream, and that my partner isn’t cheating on me, but I cannot begin to describe the pain I felt, this was all real to me.

My brain hadn’t made the connection that it was simply a dream, and in the five seconds it took me to register, I had planned to give my partner a mouthful, and then pack my things and leave.

Not only did I wake up in a terrible mood but my anxiety had my heart racing, and my stomach turning like it had all really taken place.

Being cheated on is honestly one of my biggest fears, I’m sure it’s the same for many, and even though I hadn’t thought about my partner cheating or even about my friend that day, somehow my brain still managed to create this shitshow that unfolded before my eyes.

I’m glad it wasn’t real, but the pain I felt in my dream was very real and at the end of the day, I was the one that broke my heart.

What it is to try

Sometimes, I believe that I’m cursed, just like in the medieval days. It sounds a bit silly when I say it out loud, but it feels like no matter how hard I try to be kind or helpful, it’s never enough. All that’s left for me to do is remove an arm or a leg and give it to someone in need of an arm or a leg. And I’m not even sure why someone would need either, but you understand where I’m going with this.

I will admit that I’m sometimes not the greatest person to be around and there are times when I’m not all that helpful, but it’s not like I don’t feel terrible for not helping when I can’t. Life gets in my way sometimes and I get lost in a world of my own.

People don’t understand though, and I feel like no matter how much I do, instead of hearing, “Thank you for trying”, I only hear complains and unhappiness.

When I’m in these situations, all I can think is, “I’m never like this to people, why are people like this to me?” It’s something I can’t wrap my head around, I will never say something shitty to someone and make them feel like a turd for the rest of their life. I think about what I want to say so that it won’t hurt someone or mess with their mental health issues further.

I was in a seven-year relationship where I was emotionally abused, so I get it, you don’t do it.

That’s why I feel cursed, I’m incapable of being mean like other people are and no matter how good or nice I am to people, they find it super easy to be absolute shit to me.

As persecutory as it sounds, I’m going to go have a 2007 Britney moment one day and just start filming people being shit. Might even shave my hair too. Maybe if I have a full-on breakdown everyone will get it, no I’m joking I don’t have time for that right now.

I don’t know what I’m doing…

Hey what is up everybody? I’m Brogan or Bee if you’d like. I am a tattoo collecting, animal cuddling, coffee consuming, cupcake baking, photo taking, wannabe 80’s roller derby skater and sometimes fashionable dresser.

I work as a Ghostwriter and Freelance Photographer while I study my BA in Environmental Management. I adore nature, writing and photography, so this is like a dream for me. I adore all things involving our Dark Lord and sacrificing the innocent to Cthulhu. Just kidding, but seriously I do enjoy the darker side of life, just not that side that judgemental old ladies think when you walk past them in the shop. I’ve been called a witch and a satanist many times…

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