Today I conversed with my friend, and said “I regret not playing a lot last year. I really did nothing in 2017.” Then, she said, “No, you went over to your boyfriend’s house about three times a week and played a lot with him.”
Then, I realized something. As my self-defense, somehow I deliberately erased memories that are associated with my ex-boyfriend.
Deep in my self-shame and pity, I haven’t even thought once of all those numerous occasions of him and me.
They are quite traumatic to me, and I guess that’s why my brain put them in some trash can until now.
Wow. My own brain surprises me.
I thought that erasing memories were the things of victims of wars, not someone with unstable relationships.
Huh.
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Sweet. Maybe you could remember them (those memories)?? Write it down, make a scrapbook, decide if you still are attached to his hip, decide that you are, go back to him, get a ring from a Cracker Jack box and have his bebe!! Haha!
-Lovin’ Life