The Boyfriend Box

Ah yes, the boyfriend/girlfriend box. Going through a breakup can be difficult, and it’s especially hard to let go people… and the things that remind you of them. I’m entirely guilty of having a boyfriend box. The box mainly contains odds and ends of things that I feel guilty throwing away or things that at the time I wasn’t ready to part with. There’s some drawings, a few hand written notes, photos, a mixed CD or two, etc. I mainly keep the box in case I was finally ready to take something out and use it again (Like a necklace or a shirt), but for the most part the box stays closed and untouched in my closet. I used to think that it would be something that would be interesting to show my kids one day….. not exactly sure why. For some odd reason I thought it would be interesting for my kids to look through? Like hey kids, your mom used to date other people than your father. It’s normal…. Yeah, I don’t really know why I thought that was a genius idea. 

So now, I am stuck with this box in my closet. I feel weird about throwing it away because it is kind of neat to see how I grew up and how far I have come, but on the other hand I don’t feel attached to the items anymore. I have a flashdrive filled of photos of me and this guy I used to date. We took photos of us at the park, vacations, when we went out, etc. So I have all these photos of us kissing or holding hands and I want to throw it out. Easier said than done. I have to delete the photos off the drive. I thought that me and this guy would get back together eventually so I kept things “just in case”. Which is fine… I guess. I was young. Don’t judge me. However, now I have to go through the process of taking those things and disposing them. I equate it to going through old journal entries, it’s really fricking painful. If the person hurt you those terrible feelings resurface and make you feel crappy all over again. It doesn’t matter that I’m over him, it’s still the, “wow that really sucked when I went through that feeling”. Saying goodbye to a person in your life is hard. Unless your inhuman or emotionally unattached from the world, it hurts. 

I feel like the trashing of the boyfriend box has to be done for many reasons. Mainly because it’s kind of weird (Contrary to what the GIlmore Girls taught me), but also because if I do finally settle down I will want to throw it out anyway. So, what are your thoughts? Are boyfriend/girlfriend boxes normal or a good idea? 

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About juliagoolia1920

I'm a twenty something wannabee writer, who is trying to figure out this whole adulthood thing. In my free time, when I'm not writing, I enjoy beer and Netflix. Preferably together. I gravitate towards Cincinnati at night and live in the burbs during the day. On my blog you will find reviews, anecdotes, stories and the occasional rant.

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