Christmases Past

As I’m sorting through the Christmas decorations, I realise for what feels like the hundredth time, that what used to be comforting and joy-filled momentos, have now become pain filled reminders. And that most of these decorations will have to go, never to be seen again, along with so many other things.

It’s not necessarily that they bring memories of bad times, it’s the opposite, in fact. But the good memories are even harder to manage.

Memories of joy-filled times, when I still trusted you, loved you, and thought we would be together forever. Before I finally accepted that the yelling, cruelty, and rejection was real and wasn’t going to stop. That happiness was only a distant memory, or perhaps, had even been an illusion.

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