Having been told by well meaning friends that in the grand scheme of things, it's not the end of the world ~ it feels like that to me.
An ex partner who had access to my home, stole a bag of photos and videos from my desk while I was at work. I'm a nurse and have been working on a Covid ward, and suffer from underlying generalised anxiety.
I discovered they had been taken after we broke up. I'd broken up with him.
Having confronted him he denies it and I'm left wondering if he's telling the truth or not, as I have no proof. However, no-one else had access to my home.
He has admitted to feeling vindictive about me last year ~ due to me not committing to him in the relationship.
These are memories of my life and family from when my children were small, in a time before my divorce and of precious holidays. I'm beside myself with grief over the loss of them.
They were the only ones I had. I had never got around to digitalising them, and now they're gone.
I feel violated and also utterly bereft, as I had kept them safe all these years and had intended to put them into a digital format for my children to watch in the future and show their children one day.
Since he has denied it, and since I will not be seeing him again, I have to accept that I will never see the videos again. I feel I have let my children (now grown up in their early twenties) down, and I blame myself for not hiding them away somewhere safer than my desk.
I am now on anti-anxiety medication. I've had to give up my job and am moving back in with my mother as I cannot face being alone with this amount of grief. His cruel action has destroyed me.
If anyone can give me any words of comfort or advice I'd be most grateful,