I've been sick with a cold for the past few days, and as such have been randomly falling asleep during the day (I have all week off). Today as I was drifting off to sleep for a nap I had these vivid memories of the first couple years I spent living with my wife (we didn't even have a car the first few months). Good memories. Made me sad.
To be honest, I sometimes had memories of those times even before all this started and it also made me sad, but then I had this concrete hope that it could be like that again, because, you know, we were still supposedly the same people and we even lived in the same area.
Now it just feels like a big question mark. Who knows, maybe I'll experience even better things?
For some reason being sick always pulls out this melancholy nostalgia.
Me, 32. DD, 8. DS, 6 (deceased).
D-Day was April 2012. Divorced Jul 2013. Moved ~1000 miles away (as the crow flies) Jul 2014.