I'm having a bit of a weird time at the moment.
I'm 31, happily married and have a beautiful DC. We have an amazing home, always manage to get through any of life's tough crap.
I'm finally in my dream job which works really well around my family.
Since becoming a mum I've definitely felt a lot of "loss of self" but have been realistic. It's been tricky having a social life as my DH lacks confidence (though never stops trying) with DC and isn't great being left with her.
He's been away a lot recently for work and some social stuff, which I've actively encouraged. However, in the last few weeks (and this has happened in the past), I'm starting to get sickeningly nostalgic for my younger years.
Everything from the the company I kept, the things I did, the music I listened to. I know I'm probably looking back with rose tinted glasses, as I had a lot of crap as well at the time which I'd never want to revisit.
I've been finding myself thinking a lot about my first love, which was quite simply a horrendous relationship. He was a pothead, waster and ended up being very cruel. I've not seen or heard from him since I met my husband when I stopped talking to him full stop. The last I had heard was that he ended up in jail and then went travelling around the world when he got out.
I keep having random pangs of what would happen if I bumped into him. What would I say? What would I do? Would I ignore him etc?
None of this is very constructive or helpful and I would never actively seek him out, but I can't shake off this overwhelming urge of nostalgia and wanting to recapture something that I'm not entirely sure what it is.
I've tried to ignore it, I've spoken to my husband about it (not about the ex part though as you can imagine, he's had the full story and would probably kill him if their paths ever crossed), throwing myself into my life with my child, family and work....
Has anybody else felt like this? How long did it take to dissipate?