Yes, actually I'm being a total
and vvvvu, but I've just come back from a weekend at an event with my wonderful, gorgeous family.
The city we were in is the last known whereabouts of my only other truly serious relationship. We broke up well over a decade ago and he was vile and a CF to the nth degree. Last I had heard he had gone to prison - yeah, that bad.
So why am I feeling slightly upset I didn't bump into him?
Tbh i think I'm probably just a bit up to my eyeballs in parent life and perhaps mooning over the frivolity and irrational behaviour of my youth. I don't ever think you really get closure on some of these things either.
Please tell me it's just some weird hormonal thing and his memory will fade back into the ether sharpish?