Tuesday, 31 July 2012
Have you ever found yourself walking down the street, sitting in a café, or even in the front room of your apartment and suddenly being surrounded by the relationship version of the ghosts of Christmas past?
When you end a relationship the physical presence of the person you were with disappears, but memories can have a horribly long shelf life, even when you’re trying hard to move on.
I hate when an outfit reminds me of an ex. Love that dress … hate that it reminds me of Tom. Love that necklace … can’t possibly where it again because it was a gift from Dick. Sitting watching a show … STOP because it reminds you of that asshole Harry.
And it's not just physical possessions that get tainted with memories. Relationships are built around places you go together. Can you ever go to that coffee shop again where you used to share a spoon to eat chocolate cake with the guy that ended up giving you herpes? Ok, maybe a slightly overstated example, but places can be emotional, and turn from heaven into hell when a relationship ends.
I always wonder how hard it must be to live in a house that’s witnessed a break up. I think I’d have to cut ties, suck up the mortgage and go live in a cardboard box just to escape the memories.
Are you haunted by the ghosts of relationships past?