  I just realized that, had I stayed with Tom, four days ago would have been my first anniversary as a married woman. Weird, unsettling thought. What makes it weird, I think, is that I don't feel particularly sad about it, but I feel like I should. I'm more relieved that I didn't take that path with someone I wasn't in love with. I'm far more excited about celebrating my one year of togetherness with Dave on Monday. No regrets. I would have been miserable married to Tom, and would have made him miserable too. I wonder if he's fallen in love yet? I'll always wonder. We haven't talked since the car accident legal mess, and that's fine with me. I have yet to send the ring back, not because I'm holding onto it but because I'm lazy and just haven't dragged my arse to FedEx to send it off. It's been sitting in a drawer in my desk at work. Ugh, the administration....but that will bring some relief, too.
I promised Dave I wouldn't bring it to the new house, and I'm going to keep that promise. Oh yeah, and I had another Beth nightmare, I guess because Dave and I were talking last night about her being so weird when I moved in, and forbidding me to put any of my personal stuff in the common areas.
In my dream, she was livid because I asked her for the money she owed me, and screamed at me. Ashleigh was there, trying to referee. I told Beth I just didn't like being there, and I wanted to leave immediately. She lunged at me, and punched me in the arse, so I punched her in the head and bloodied her head! Then, all her weird friends came out of nowhere. I tried to run around, gathering my stuff so I could leave then and there, and they were making it really difficult for me.
Then, it wasn't my apartment anymore, but someone else's, and it turned into my secret society of humans dream. That was disturbing too, but a little too funky and hard to describe here. It's the anxiety of moving, methinks. I just want to get it over with, and do the nesting! 
