I had this very strange dream last night. I wasn't myself. Instead I was a little girl, living in an apartment building, but sometimes I was her mother, too. We would often times watch people from our apartment because they were interesting. It was small, but it was dark, and I liked living there. My mom had decorated it well.
I remember there were some strange men who stalked us and try to get to know us better, but my mom and I always made sure we were safe. My mom protected me. Instead we would watch them out of our apartment.
One day, there was a knock on the door. It was my father. I was home alone then, because my mom was either at a friend's house or picking something up. Whatever she was doing, it was productive. I was very scared to see my father, but he eventually coaxed me and I let him in. I didn't like my father because I was scared of him. I hadn't seen him in a long time. I wondered why he was back now. He took me to another apartment with him. I wasn't angry or forced, but I was worried about my mother coming back and seeing me gone. We went to her friend's apartment, and she showed up there soon enough. I could tell she was trying to be nice to my father, but it was hard for her. He was in our life for a few days like that, but I don't remember if my mom let him sleep at our apartment. I think that she wouldn't allow him in our home. One day, he gave me a piece of paper to give to my mom. I didn't really know what it meant, but he really wanted me to have her sign it. When I did give it to her, she started crying. Then all of the sudden, I WAS her, not the little girl anymore. I knew that the piece of paper was asking for custody of my daughter for the last three days of every month. My ex-husband had been nice to me for the last couple of days, and now I knew why. I wanted to believe he would always be nice nice to me like he had recently. Maybe he would! So I started signing the document. Then I stopped and cried some more. My daughter was telling me that she didn't want him in our home. She remembered. So did I. But he'd been a good husband sometimes, so I signed the document a little more. But then I looked at my daughter and at the document, and realized what I needed to do. I crossed the signature out as much as I could, and then I destroyed the document. My friend that had been there during the experience helped me tell my ex-husband to leave me the hell alone. He was very angry and upset. But he hadn't left me with any options. I didn't have any choices left to make. So I locked up my home and protected my daughter.
That's all I remember. |
Submission Name: I Was Not Myself
