Last night I came clean to my husband about my fantasies. He kept prying to get an answer as to why I cry all the time and what is going on with me. Finally I gave in and told him..mostly everything. How I daydream constantly..how Captain Hook is not just a character on a movie to me, but someone close to my heart..how when he gets swollowed by the crocodile I feel depressed and grieve for him as if I have known him in my real life. How in my head, he's a real person and I've formed a…