I am on the neighbor’s roof with the owner of the house who lives in the house next door. He is a man. I see smoke. The living room of the man’s house I am with is on fire! I yell, “Call 911!”
Next scene: All is well. Plywood has been put over the area of the living room that was burned. The house is still livable.
Daynotes: I am worried about Kelsi and Keenan and how they will make it financially after the baby is born (maternity leave with no pay for Kelsi and then daycare). I am aware of my tendency to co-dependence and don’t want to go down that road. Paul and I talked about helping them with some money to allow Kelsi to have maternity leave. She gets 12 weeks off without pay. I also felt angry towards Paul. I cleaned the house because we will be having guests the following week. He isn’t aware of what needs to be done to get ready for guests and doesn’t pitch in without me asking him to do something, which he often is annoyed by! This is an old story. I go into victim.