I recently read about The Museum of Broken Relationships in Croatia. Forget the dreaded process of packing an ex’s things up for destruction, donation, or return - you can send them in to be curated. Current museum exhibits include random trinkets, a cellphone, and a wedding dress, all with a story attached.
Though I have the option, I’d never send anything in. I don’t understand how people can end relationships and purge every remembrance of the person they once cared about. I wouldn’t keep pictures out or sniff a tee shirt that got left behind, but why act like I didn’t once love?
Or why vilify the person who used to be your favorite? You’d hope now that you’re better off without him or her, but not so long ago, your favorite place was somewhere along that person’s jawline or in the crook of an arm. And that’s keeping things PG-rated.
But this is what I’d contribute, if I could dare to part with it. The creativity and love behind this would catapult my college boyfriend, Sam, into romantic celebrity. He’s getting married this summer to the second girl he dated after me. I consider this book his last hurrah with me, and wow, he went out big.
This is my copy of Your Feminist Guinea Pig. It’s actually titled Your First Guinea Pig, but Sam has a knack for font matching and a lot of time on his hands.
Throughout the pages, there are feminist quotes coming out of the guinea pigs’ mouths. The pictures and sentiments match up nicely.
On the back, Sam told me he loved me. Years later, this thoughtful gift still tickles me. There are no hard feelings. I wish him well.
very happy to hear sam is getting married. he is a nice guy and deserves to be happy and with someone who can love him the right way.
This entry made me get really sad. Although it should be uplifting, loss of love and termination of antidepressant taking makes me cry.
Feel better, KK. At least we’ll always have feminist guinea pigs by our sides.