My saddest moment was when my dad tried to commit suicide because in a short time his mother (our grandmother) passed away, my brother was diagnosed with a psychiatric illness (don't know the correct word in English, sawry) and I had, in their opinion, a bad boyfriend.
I still have nightmares about that. My father told me on the phone, a few weeks ago, that he didn't care that much about what my bro and I were doing, and I must say, that felt as a relief.
The boyfriend I have at the moment (Thani) has aspergers (kind of half-autism) we are together for 8 months and I haven't introduced him to my parents yet because I know my father will judge him just by that "disability" and not by the person who he is.
Last night I had a nightmare about Thani beeing at my place and my parents knocking on my door, and I was trying to hide my boy from my parents. In that dream my father went totally mental and I woke up crying and panicking. I woke Thani up, but he wasn't really reacting to what I told about the nightmare. After that, I bumped my head accidentally to the desk next to my bed and it was so painful I screamed out of pain and I threw with some glassess wich broke on the floor.
No, I'm not mentally ill, but the family issues of the past are sometimes creeping into my life again through bad dreams. REALLY REALLY bad dreams.
