I had left my husband* (See note) but my children and I were still staying at the house.
My husband was having a lot of problems and seemed very depressed and I kept trying to encourage him by telling him it would all work out.
One day my middle daughter and I came home and I couldn't find him anywhere. In the back of my mind, I knew exactly where he was, and what had happened. I just knew that I didn't want my daughter to see.
Suddenly I heard her screaming from her room. She had a door in her room that led to the back yard. I rushed around the corners into her room, knowing already what she had seen, even though I had not seen it.
I put my hands over her eyes, and, as I moved her away from the door, I looked into the back yard.
My husband had hung himself from a large tree behind the children’s swing-set. His arms and legs were spread wide and he was dressed as though he were going to work.
I picked up my daughter and was trying to comfort her when someone else walked into the room. I didn't know this person, but I got a real motherly feeling from her. I could feel the anger towards my husband rushing up inside me, and I kept wanting to say, "How could he do this to us?" but I felt bad about thinking this because he was dead now, so what was the use of getting angry with him?
The other person just nodded her head, and, as I started to cry, I woke up.
Note:
* My husband and I just separated a little over a week ago. I didn't really want to do this, but we both felt that our relationship has broken apart. He tells me that he wants to get back together, that he wants to work things out.
My middle daughter and I have a rough relationship. She is only nine but she and I fight a lot. That's the way it's always been with us. But of my three children she is the one I worry about the most: I feel she is the most capable of all three.
Dream edited for easier reading - JT, 2005
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