Hi Call Me Ishmael,

Something like this happened to me.

Reality: He was a jerk, bitter and a loser.

Fantasy held by me and a couple others: He was a kind, wise, with-it being kissed by the Divine.

The Cognitive Dissonance was unreal.

One day his mother died. Immediately after the funeral I had a dream of his Ideal Self. It was spiraling down into a whirlpool in the ocean. He was calling, “You are the only one left on the planet who knows me (his Ideal/Fantasy Self). If you stop seeing this I won’t exist!”

Now there is a jerky, bitter, older man out there and no one is left who sees/”sees” this other side.

What I’m saying is wait a couple decades. All the games and charades no one will put up with the older and less awesome she will appear.

Blessings,

Inky