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Originally Posted by stevierocks87
as part of the grieving process, does anyone have any stories of losing highly sentimental things? Please share.......
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Yes, I have a story to share. I went into rehab after leaving my husband. All my stuff was at my mother's house and she had custody of my 3 year old daughter. While I was in rehab, she decided to sell the family home, take my daughter and move up north. After all the dust settled and life got back to "normal" (whatever that may be...) I discovered my one and only high school year book from senior year was gone as well as my daughter's baby book. I can't honestly think of two more precious pieces of sentiment that I've ever owned. When I asked her about them she acted like it was no big deal that they were gone. In my grieving and trying to make sense of the loss, I acknowledged a few things; my mother would never buy me a high school year book because they were too expensive (she was a single mother of 3 teenagers)... the year book I had was stolen. I really wanted a year book for my senior year. The baby book... she didn't want me to marry my husband and she didn't want me to have a baby. She wanted me to have an abortion and go into the Air Force. So all I could figure was, by getting rid of the year book and the baby book... it was her way of saying that I had something she didn't want me to have. The only thing I could figure about the year book was that she knew it was stolen as there were a couple of autographs that said "To (someone else)" and that would have pissed her off enough to throw it away. She is and always has been a very controlling person. So, I'm wondering if your dad perhaps didn't care too much for your friend? Perhaps your dad was jealous of your friendship? I dunno. Parents can be weird sometimes. It's like they don't even know they're hurting you or like they feel as tho they have a right to hurt you because they are your parents. Well, anyway... these are the things that make us grow up and actually want to move out and have a life AWAY from our parents! And that's a good thing, actually.
Hugs to you.... and remember crying is good too.
Laura