Lost Sleep and Bad Dreams

I hate when I have dreams that are so real, they make you question reality. They don't happen often, but when they do...crap, the anger is real when I wake up. What is a person to do? Does it happen to you and if so, I would like your story. Here's mine.

Diane just put the girls to bed and was sitting on the love-seat against the wall. I returned earlier in the day from my last trip. We're moving in a few months for probably my last move. We'll see. Anyway, when did the phone ring because Diane was talking to someone. That's odd, no-one really ever calls us at 8:30 pm. Who am I kidding? No one really calls us, period. Well except for Johnny. He called earlier. He's a good dude. But who was Diane talking to? It looked like an intense conversation and then it ended.
"What do you mean you have a son?" It was more of a clinched-jawed yell than a typical question. What the hell was going on?
"He's 17 and he's sick."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. What the f$^& did you say? He's 17 and sick? What does that mean? What do you mean you have a freakin' son?!"
"Steve, he's sick and needs my help. Is there a way we can get him into Tricare as my son?"
I just got hit in the gut. My night wasn't going as I had planned it. Wait, so many thoughts racing through my mind. A son who was 17. wait, I joined in '93. Holy crap. So much confusion and anger was welling up. I didn't know what to think. If you've ever been hit in the gut, unexpectedly, this is close. Wait, 17? The math was there.
"What do you mean 17. That's when I joined. You never told me? How could you not tell me when we met? We got married..."
"Steve, Steve...
"You never told me!!!"
"Steve...we didn't get married until 97..."
O, that's right. My mind was racing, I had gotten the years mixed up. Who could blame me? Wait something wasn't right. What just happened? She's still not quite right. Son? Tricare insurance. Something was nagging at me and I had to ask.
"Did you cheat on me?" First, a quick glance away and no immediate answer. What the f$%^ was going on? The anger and rage was welling up again. If you thought the news about a son was angering, that was nothing, and my stomach didn't feel right either.
"Well, Diane, I need and answer!!!!"
"You know I di--
"WHAT!" I didn't know, but I suspected. Sometimes people act on suspicions, other times they let it go. There are certain battles you're ready to fight and somethings you let go.
"A few years ago," and it was so serene how she answered. My God, I was losing my mind. What was going on. When, who, did it matter?
"I have to know. Who was it?"
Wait, what's that noise? Oh, it's Diane sleeping. Whoa, why am I still in the same bed as her? There was so much to do. It's what...3:53 am. We're moving. She has to get out of this house. As soon as we move, she is getting her own place and she can take her goddamned cat with her. First things, first. I have to call Larry. I don't know how I will pay them back, but they are flying out here one-way to drive my one car back to Ohio. That way Diane and I can share the driving duties in one car. Nope, not anymore. She can drive one with the cat and I will drive one with the kids. Oh shit, the kids. How do I handle this? Well for now, Diane can sleep in the garage as far as I'm concerned, but she ain't sleeping in this bed anymore. God damned, there is so much to do. I need a lawyer. Wait, she's sleeping now. What is going on? Why am I so freaking angry? My heart is pounding. There is so much to do or is there?
Wow, what a ride. It can't be real and it isn't. Do I wake her and talk to her about what happened last night? I think I'll let her sleep. No use in both of us losing it. Now, I did talk to my wife after all of this. Like me, she doesn't understand where this comes from. Maybe it's a fear of losing her, maybe it's just random nonsense or maybe it's because I watched some crappy TV right before bed and this was way more exciting.