... if something you held very precious was ruined by the thoughtless behaviour of someone who you consider should have known better?
Before we moved house last year I had sorted through Freya’s paintings and drawings that she had done from when she could first hold a paintbrush/pencil up to age approx 8 years old and made a roll tied with ribbon of the ones I wanted to keep. As far as I was concerned they had been left wrapped up in plastic and on a shelf in the garage (we have no loft) when we moved in.
At the weekend I discovered them on the floor of the garage, under some heavy bags, damp and eaten by mice. Someone had just chucked them there despite knowing what was inside.
I was so upset - I can’t begin to describe the pain I felt.
I have tried to analyse where I’m coming from with this - why I should be attached to ‘stuff’ when I’ve tried so hard to let go of things over the last few years. Reason keeps telling me that nothing truly dreadful has happened, but my heart just hurts so much that I can’t even talk about it right now.
I suppose the fact that I couldn’t have any more children after Freya was born makes me feel more possessive and attached to events and things associated with her babyhood - and she is the miracle that shouldn’t have happened but did - but I can’t stop feeling so hurt that the someone who did this didn’t feel the same…
If this happened to you would you feel like this? Am I overeacting? Or would you feel the same?