I do not know about you, but I keep things that old girlfriends leave behind. Some people say that you have to get rid of everything, just throw it all out, but I can not do it. I mean, how do you just drop everything that reminds you of someone you once liked, even loved. I have been told that I am sentimental, and that may be true, but I like things that remind me of my life. I look around at some friends’ apartments, tidy and free of knickknacks and things, and I can not imagine their life. I understand why someone would throw objects away, especially in horrific or abusive relationships where the letter, book, etc. can be a trigger, but I have not had that experience. Not that all my break-ups have been rosy and all, but most have been amicable.
When I say I keep things, I do not mean everything. I have no use for hair ties (although I keep the clips, those can keep a bag of chips nice and shut), no use for salad dressing that I do not like but she did, no use for the one sock with Santa on it that must have a mate around here somewhere. I also get rid of the last thing they gave me, especially any letter given after the end. Nothing hurts more and keeps you in the pain than to read and reread a letter about either getting back together or how better your life will be. That last letter is meant as a favor, a blessing or a hope, but it always hurts just a little more. Best to let that one go.
So what do I keep? I keep the gifts, the little notes and reminders, the objects of affection and the pictures. I may box them up for the first few months or so after the split, but after a while they make their way out of the back of the closet and become another thing on a shelf, another small piece of my history. I have stuffed animals, engraved lighters, a painting or two, all gifts and treasures of my past as on display as my other interests. They are gifts given of love and kindness, for the most part, all displays of affection from the better parts of my life. When I look around my place, my space, I see moments of my history and things I would like to recall, not the bad moments when it all had to end. Even when it was my fault.
When I say I keep things, I do not mean everything. I have no use for hair ties (although I keep the clips, those can keep a bag of chips nice and shut), no use for salad dressing that I do not like but she did, no use for the one sock with Santa on it that must have a mate around here somewhere. I also get rid of the last thing they gave me, especially any letter given after the end. Nothing hurts more and keeps you in the pain than to read and reread a letter about either getting back together or how better your life will be. That last letter is meant as a favor, a blessing or a hope, but it always hurts just a little more. Best to let that one go.
So what do I keep? I keep the gifts, the little notes and reminders, the objects of affection and the pictures. I may box them up for the first few months or so after the split, but after a while they make their way out of the back of the closet and become another thing on a shelf, another small piece of my history. I have stuffed animals, engraved lighters, a painting or two, all gifts and treasures of my past as on display as my other interests. They are gifts given of love and kindness, for the most part, all displays of affection from the better parts of my life. When I look around my place, my space, I see moments of my history and things I would like to recall, not the bad moments when it all had to end. Even when it was my fault.

