I was dating a guy for about a year. We had a break back in December but got back together shortly and worked it out for a couple more months. Then, it ended. It didn’t end well is putting it lightly.
So, I get home today and have a notice from the post office that I have a package waiting for me down there. It’s my Ex-Box.
The Ex-Box- it’s the box you get from your ex which is the net sum of your relationship based on things you’ve left at their house.
For me, the Ex-Box contained two songbooks, one for Mary Black and another for Elton John. A mug with the St Paul skyline. The car charger for my iPod. A pair of sunglasses. Some boxers and socks. About 20 erasers from the Art Institute in Chicago. My collection of David Wilcox CDs. And my 1950s encyclopedia of American Life.
It’s an interesting collection of items, some of the stuff tell much longer stories than they would appear from the outside. Any pictures or notes are luckily absent.
After I put these items back in their proper place or just into the garbage, the chapter will be closed. And this? This is a very good thing.
