I told my therapist today that when my husband was still around, I used to have this fantasy that he'd take me home with him and let me sleep on his couch and pet his dog so I wouldn't have to go home and get yelled at. It was super embarrassing admitting that. I must have been a really bright shade of crimson because my face felt like it was on fire. He wasn't weirded out by it thankfully and said it made sense based on our work together. And that it was okay that I want to be comforted by him.