Even though not all of our memories are happy and some we’d rather forget, they still matter.
They help shape our identity, and talking about them can be healing.
Today, we’re sharing some true stories that reflect this idea.
I became friends with their daughter, and she always told me that their house was haunted.
One day, I was playing in the yard with her when a disheveled-looking man came running out their front door, followed by her parents.
The man proceeded to run into the woods.
It turned out that the man was living in their attic and kept it locked from the inside, but my friend’s dad finally pried it open.
Since then, I have been carefully checking every house I have ever lived in. © Unknown author / Reddit
He passed the phone to me, and thinking it was my mom, I answered by saying, “Hi Mom.” It wasn’t her.
I later found out that my dad had numerous mistresses even before my mom passed away 5 years ago.
It still haunts me because to this day, my dad thinks I don’t remember what happened that day, and I still don’t fully trust him since then. © Unknown author / Reddit
I was beyond furious, and it was one of the reasons I moved out as soon as I could earn enough money to do it.
The fact that my stepmother did my half-sister’s homework for her didn’t help. © na***onmygoat / Reddit
I bent down to look through a hole in the divider wall and I saw an eyeball staring back. © Unknown author / Reddit
I could constantly hear them discussing how when I came into their life, I completely ruined it.
Almost every night for about 5 years, the subject was about me and how horrible I was.
They don’t know about this, and they still say “I love you” to my face. © Bruser75 / Reddit
I have never forgiven my mum, and I haven’t seen or spoken to her for nearly 35 years. © sarahsgrove / Reddit
I was 8. I went to the mirror and cried.
It was the first time I ever realized that I could actually look at myself with judgment. It never stopped. © odd_neighbour / Reddit
She dropped me off at my aunt’s house without telling my aunt.
I think the plan was to drop me off and be out of state before anyone knew.
Unfortunately for her, my aunt had been outside at the time.
During the screaming match that followed, I learned that I was meant to be a trap for my father.
© RissaTheWaitress / Reddit
We were at an outdoor event, and all of a sudden, an ambulance pulled up.
I was hanging with my parents, wondering what was going on, and the next thing I know, my aunt runs up to us freaking out.
Her boyfriend has a seizure.
By the time we get there, he’s on the stretcher, trying to get words out, and I still picture the look on his face. © happydayz395 / Reddit
I couldn’t afford a gift like the other kids, but I wore my best outfit, hoping to fit in.
As soon as I arrived, everyone was looking at me and whispering. Even her mom kept staring at me.
I felt so out of place that I left early and slowly walked home in a devastated mood.
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