Dream About Husband Leaving Foreign Country

My boyfriend and I got married and moved to a house in a foreign country, and everything was perfect for a small amount of time. Then my POV switched to a man cleaning up a little farm, and a 500 year old tree that had somehow lifted itself off the ground to create a little cubby under the roots. It was full of trash and old memorabilia. I was cleaning it up and out and while I was I was telling my boyfriend about it. I’m still in the POV of some random guy. I assume myself as a man, seeing as I at some point want to transition. But I’m talking to my boyfriend about all this, and I’m telling him about how after all these years, there’s been 5 murders under this tree. I start to tell him the stories of it all and I finish with a story about a scorned lover killing himself and his wife with him. I don’t remember wether he believed me or not. But then our kid, a little girl, came up to me and walked with me, to help me clean up the tree. My husband was inside the house. Me and my husband have had a hard time in the past controlling his urges. I got the tree all cleaned up and started cleaning up the garden by the tree, we’d eating and throwing away trash. The garden was full of ducks, like so many ducks, and one had a cute little hat. We had a cat there and her name was Penelope or patches I don’t remember. My daughter and I cleaned up everything and went inside, to find my husband on the phone. I ask him who he’s talking to. He ignores me. Suddenly I’m my female self again, and I’m in a couple chairs under the tree, so is my husband. He is my current real life boyfriend, but he looks and acts like a mixture of all my exes. This weird woman, in a suit starts asking us questions like “what animal do you think this man represents” and she would show me a picture of a stranger. I’d say something and be wrong, but suddenly there was this other woman on the other side of my husband, she was snarky and a pick me girl. She got it right and said chameleon. And they then showed us a picture of a man transforming into a chameleon. I look around noticing my boyfriend\husband flirting with this new woman. I trust him so I ignore it but it bothered me. Some time later we are in our 2 story house and all 3 of us , myself my husband and this mysterious pick me girl, are sitting in my marital bed. She asks a bunch of weird questions and acts better than me, and I straight up ask my husband if they’ve slept together. And he goes silent, i gasp and ask again. He nods and walks out of the room. I ask her, she agrees and laughs. I start to tear up, following him out of the room, making sure our daughter is nowhere near us. I see the tree outside our window. I urge my husnband to tell me why but he stays silent and just packs his things. She taunts me and asks why I even care, I get violent and threaten to throw her down these stairs and she runs and laughs. We tussle and eventually she starts saying she’s a better lover than me. She suddenly hides in a bottle of cooking oil, and I throw it off the balcony into the foyer. Killing her. My husband says oh my god, yk I have to call someone. I cry and beg him to stay, I ask him why and how long, I go from angry to sad to heartbroken. He said it’s been this way for years. With different women. I ask why and he says he just has urges, and he shrugs, I yell at him and he pushes me lightly and walks out the front door. I walk out with him and curse him while begging him to stay “I can change” I say. My boyfriend/husband bringing up how I’ve restricted him on several things, and I say if I would have known that restricting him would make him cheat I wouldn’t have done anything. He packs his bag on his back and we walked to the airport. I’m freaking out and he is saying how he’s leaving. I ask him if we can try again, but he does a sexual innuendo with his fingers, desperate for him to stay I agree to do that and he leaves. I cry and beg and plead but he still leaves. I’m then at the airport, headphones on, no one speaks English and I’m just wandering around crying. I mean messy awful guttural loud crying. I’m in a foreign country by myself with my cat and my daughter, and a house that I built a life in with someone who destroyed me. I lay the glass shards of his mistress under the tree.