Earlier this year, due to financial problems DH got us into, we were forced to sell our much-loved house to stay afloat.
It is a beautiful house and we’d made it really nice as it was our family home. It was immediately popular when it went to market. It was one of those lifetime houses that I never imagined moving from. When we first looked round it I had a vision of being there as an old lady. I actually saw myself there and my DC grown up, and felt very happy.
We have memories of all the events of our grown up lives there - marriage, DC’s being born, friends and family staying. After a tricky, army - based upbringing where I moved around a lot, it was my first adult home and my safe place.
I think I was in denial all the way through the selling process. Even while accepting the offer I think I hoped that our circumstances would change and we could pull out of the sale. Even when we completed I was sure that it could not actually happen because I felt that it was our place in every sense of the word.
Now it’s gone, almost a year after, I cannot walk down the street it’s on. I have to go three streets along. In fact I can’t even think about it without welling up. I still feel rage at DH which comes out of nowhere and then I realise it’s because of the house. I feel like if I could just walk back in there, then everything would go back to normal. I fantasise about buying it back one day.
On many levels life is actually much better now we have more cash, so it’s not like letting go of the house has coincided with any great deprivation or quality of life change.
I’m not sure how to get over it. Or even to come out of denial. I still have dreams that that’s where I live and wake up to remember that I don’t. I hate the thought of someone else in there.
DH says I should be grateful for the family and the DC and the friends which I still have and haven’t gone with the house. And that I carry the memories with me. And I do understand and feel that, but it’s not like the house has died - it’s still there, and other people are now living in it.
I know I am being unreasonable, I don’t need to be told that. But I don’t know how to get over it.