ocdimperium
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Hi, guys. (I am not sure where to place this thread)
Yesterday, I was having a conversation with my brother about my last relationship. During the chat, it sparked a memory of something weird I came across on Facebook weeks after my breakup.
My ex-girlfriend and her mother didn’t have the closest relationship; there was always friction between them. Her mother was single and had to raise my ex’s autistic brother while his dad had left them. So occasionally, her mother would ask us to go on small local day trips, which usually consisted of visits to small cafes and train yards since he had a fond fascination with Biffa bins and locomotives. I didn’t mind; I didn’t get out much, and I always got along well with her mother. My ex and I were a volatile couple and fought constantly. So, with that said, I always jumped at the opportunity to go on these trips just to have a break from the arguments.
About X years ago, I broke up with her on New Year’s Eve. I packed all my stuff and moved back in with my dad. Over the next few months, I kept myself busy by going to the gym, using dating websites, and saving money to get my own place. I even managed to reconnect with old friends who invited me out for drinks almost every weekend. It helped me move on. One day, I was casually scrolling through Facebook when I saw that my ex’s mother had posted some photos of an outing. There were pictures of her and her son standing next to trains and what looked like a small petting zoo. I looked through the photos and saw them with pigs, llamas, goats, and so forth. As I clicked through, I remember my heart starting to pound. There appeared to be a picture of someone who looked like me with a lemur on my shoulder. I clicked through more of the photos with 'me' in them, including one of me smiling. I don’t remember the details of all the other photos except the one with the monkey. However, I did notice the jacket I was wearing and recalled never owning a jacket like that. I downloaded some of the photos and sent them to my friends, asking them who was in the pictures. Each of them said it was obviously me and began questioning if I was making some sort of joke.
I also vaguely remember showing my dad, but I’m not sure if I’m making that up.
I cannot express how much I looked like the person in the photos. He had the same receding hairline, the same hair length and skin complexion, the same shaped nose, and the same short beard—everything! I should have asked my ex’s mother if it was me, but I felt embarrassed if it wasn’t. A few years later, I remember telling my current girlfriend about it. I went to Facebook and found her mother’s profile, who was then/now in a relationship. It was not the man in the photos. I went through all the photos and could not find the ones with the man with the monkey on his shoulder. I was perplexed as to where they had gone. The other photos were still there.
Shortly after, I deleted Facebook and didn’t think about it again since.
Yesterday, I was having a conversation with my brother about my last relationship. During the chat, it sparked a memory of something weird I came across on Facebook weeks after my breakup.
My ex-girlfriend and her mother didn’t have the closest relationship; there was always friction between them. Her mother was single and had to raise my ex’s autistic brother while his dad had left them. So occasionally, her mother would ask us to go on small local day trips, which usually consisted of visits to small cafes and train yards since he had a fond fascination with Biffa bins and locomotives. I didn’t mind; I didn’t get out much, and I always got along well with her mother. My ex and I were a volatile couple and fought constantly. So, with that said, I always jumped at the opportunity to go on these trips just to have a break from the arguments.
About X years ago, I broke up with her on New Year’s Eve. I packed all my stuff and moved back in with my dad. Over the next few months, I kept myself busy by going to the gym, using dating websites, and saving money to get my own place. I even managed to reconnect with old friends who invited me out for drinks almost every weekend. It helped me move on. One day, I was casually scrolling through Facebook when I saw that my ex’s mother had posted some photos of an outing. There were pictures of her and her son standing next to trains and what looked like a small petting zoo. I looked through the photos and saw them with pigs, llamas, goats, and so forth. As I clicked through, I remember my heart starting to pound. There appeared to be a picture of someone who looked like me with a lemur on my shoulder. I clicked through more of the photos with 'me' in them, including one of me smiling. I don’t remember the details of all the other photos except the one with the monkey. However, I did notice the jacket I was wearing and recalled never owning a jacket like that. I downloaded some of the photos and sent them to my friends, asking them who was in the pictures. Each of them said it was obviously me and began questioning if I was making some sort of joke.
I also vaguely remember showing my dad, but I’m not sure if I’m making that up.
I cannot express how much I looked like the person in the photos. He had the same receding hairline, the same hair length and skin complexion, the same shaped nose, and the same short beard—everything! I should have asked my ex’s mother if it was me, but I felt embarrassed if it wasn’t. A few years later, I remember telling my current girlfriend about it. I went to Facebook and found her mother’s profile, who was then/now in a relationship. It was not the man in the photos. I went through all the photos and could not find the ones with the man with the monkey on his shoulder. I was perplexed as to where they had gone. The other photos were still there.
Shortly after, I deleted Facebook and didn’t think about it again since.
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