The end has come. Boxes are being packed, decisions made, tearful accusations slung. And there, in the middle of it all, like an elephant, sits the big LAVENDAR bag/box/crate in the middle of the room asking "where am I going?". If you are like many long-term couples you've got quite the collection of goodies hidden away from prying eyes...and they didn't come cheap. In fact, they are a part of the family...they have names (binkie? big dude? that leather thing?) and, well, frankly you will miss both her and them.
BUT you cannot imagine ever sharing binkie with another woman! OH and how dare she consider doing it herself??? So you look at the box and you look at her. She looks at the box and looks at you.
What next? What did you do?
Scrypt
3 days ago
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I've often heard that "the toys don't survive the relationship," and it's time to find both a good recycler and go (with your friends, on your own, with your next partner, all of the above) back to your favourite toystore.
I'm sorry to read something has ended. My hopes to you for your wellbeing and happiness.
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