My box that held all the pictures I couldn’t bear to part with, little momentos, and cards and notes. There were only two contenders in there, and the ex-husband never got a spot. The ex-box was for fond memories not jackasses.
Greg, my high school sweetheart. I probably wouldn’t have kept anything but pictures, but when you killed yourself 12 years ago, your mom thought I should have your ex-box that had all my stuff in it that you had kept. I’ve finally gotten over your death and don’t need the keepsakes anymore.
Michael, I enjoyed dating you very much. We had lots of fun together, but it just didn’t work out with us. Our relationship was well documented on film which is why I think I kept everything. I’ve never been one to throw out pictures.
Those two were my first two real relationships and at one point was engaged to Greg. I never kept anything from any of my other relationships and I’m moving in with my boyfriend soon and I just don’t need to hold onto it any longer.