…the sweet memories of my own childhood, my own family photos, etc. would someday be painful to look at?
I know it happens after breakups, but those were things I wanted to forget and put behind me, and there wasn’t just loss there but anger and rejection too.
At awful times in my life, my family was always “safe”; they were my safe harbor. I never thought that memories of the times and places when I had unconditional love could someday turn painful too.