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I stumbled upon an Ex Box while going through my closet at my Mom's house last week. It was filled with the usual stuff, old movie ticket stubs from movies I had forgotten that I'd even seen, cheap little trinkets and toys he bought me, some dried flowers, rocks and shells from vacations he went on without me, and his old toothbrush he used to keep at my apartment (gross.) I laughed at most of the stuff in the box, but I was also amazed at how many memories came flooding back to me, and not many of them good. I smiled fondly at all of the goofy shit in the shoebox, but then when the rush of memories flooded my brain, I was kind of sorry I opened it. I remembered all of the things that made that relationship impossible and I sort of wanted that year of my life back.
But, then after putting the box away, the annoying memories subsided and I was happy that I was with my family and that I had a wonderful boyfriend waiting at home for me to return from my trip and that as much as I missed him, it's healthy to spend time apart. I learned a lot about myself and my family last week, and I am grateful for it, as painful as learning can sometimes be.
Wanna see a picture of the Ex Box?! I thought so. Behold, the last Ex Box I will ever have:
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