girlfiend

Last night I had another telling dream. I was living with some girl. I have no idea who. I decided that things just weren’t working out. I told her to go. I believe I said, “This just isn’t working out. You have to go. Please. Just take your things and go.” I guess we had a lot of shared belongings. She started to pack and there was stuff I just didn’t want her to take. I also had stuff at her house that I needed to get back. So rather than waste a ton of time getting stuff packed up when I just wanted her to leave I said I’d get her a shopping bag to put some of her things in. I went to get a shopping bag. The only one I could find was strangely long and skinny- it was a plastic shopping bag with sturdy plastic handles. It was empty except for some yarn and knitting needles. My mom was in the room wearing a lovely black strapless dress. It was to the knee and fitted with a heart shaped neckline. She looked lovely, but for some reason, dress and all, I noticed that she was wearing my underwear. I said, “Mom, why the hell are you wearing my underwear?” She said it was because she needed to wear a thong with the dress. She apologized for the living situation not working out. I guess it was her house. I gave the girl the bag and I assume she left. I woke up shortly afterwards.

I think that the dream means that I’ve had it. With the boy. I’m fed up. I’m thinking about taking a bit of a break. There’s this whole saga going on with his sister that he feels he needs to be involved in. Although he got pissed at me for saying it, he seems to feel that his parents are incompetent and can’t deal with the situation on their own. They’re going to talk to a lawyer today and he invited himself along because he doesn’t feel that they know what questions to ask. This meeting coincides with Rosh Hashanah dinner. He often flakes out on my family dinners. I don’t think he knows how to be a man. I don’t think he knows that being a good brother shouldn’t make him a bad boyfriend. I think he’ll be a lousy husband in that regard. It’s infuriating and frustrating. I can’t be supportive of something I don’t feel he should be involved in.