Just last night I dreamed that I was living in 17th century Scotland and my village was about to be atacked by the English. My husband was a tall, brave Scotsman who kinda looked like a young Mel Gibson (younger than in Braveheart, think Gallipoli). I knew that he would die fighting to protect me and our children. We kissed and I felt so full of love that I thought my heart would burst.
I know I'll never have interactions like this with my husband. But maybe these are unrealistic desires.
What do you think the chances are that I will find the type of love I hope for if I leave my husband?


