Ever had that feeling when you go down a road, and it takes you somewhere in your mind? An old house? An ex’s house? An old family member?
I hate it when that happens.
For that short moment every feeling of hurt and upset you went through is suddenly resurfacing into your current day.
It’s like the memories do literally haunt you, daily, weekly, monthly.
I used to live In a flat with my ex, lovely flat, bit cold, but if I could of had the heating on it wouldn’t of mattered, now, everytime I go past it, I can’t help but look and with doing so become overcome with emotions, all that heart ache and tears that I went through in there.
I recently just took a trip to see my grandmother in withernsea. Near where she lives, on the route, of course. I passed one of the houses that my mother uses to live in with my sister and I couldn’t help but look.
The mind works in awful ways, memories haunt, and nightmares live.