4 months ago we moved from our beautiful big flat in the middle of a fantastic area and 5 minutes to shops and pubs and buses, to a big suburban house which seems like it's on the moon by comparison. We moved to escape what seemed like a big service charge (tho now I would happily pay it forever) and because we didn't have our own garden or outside space. (There was a communal garden which wasn't too bad, I now realise).
The thing is, I can't stop obsessing about the flat (home for 20 years) and what a stupid thing it was to move. We can never afford to go back and the flat was pretty unique in its size and location. Every night I start feeling incredibly sad, to the point of sobbing, and every time I wake up I immediately remember what's happened and actually start crying. This has gone on for 4 months! My OH, who didn't want to move anyway, is so angry with me. I'm sleeping in the spare room because my night time wailing is so disturbing. I'm at my wit's end. Can anyone offer any comforting advice, or have I really just done the stupidest thing ever in the history of stupid things.