The final chapter ends
Back at my old house in New Jersey, I received a package. From Jimmy, my parents told me. Amazingly enough, he spent his own money to send it. He must have gotten lucky on the slots last weekend.
"It's long and thin," my father said. My dresses...the bastard finally sent back my dresses, I thought. Sure enough, that night when he finally ( Read more... )
"It's long and thin," my father said. My dresses...the bastard finally sent back my dresses, I thought. Sure enough, that night when he finally ( Read more... )
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I should text a friend of mine, ask if he wants to go out. Thank the goddess closing time here is 3am, still plenty of time to party.
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It's equally likely he didn't think they had the emotional significance for you, most guys I know are pretty indifferent to plushies. Not that I think that is any better for him, to be so oblivious :/
Sorry hun, but at least he sent your dresses back!
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At least I do have my dresses back. Now that I know he no longer has any of my belongings, I truly can close the door on him. I just wish there were decent men to sleep with date, that would make it so much easier.
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At least now I can say there is total closure--now that the dresses are back with me, I can truly say there's no longer any connection, no reason to contact him ever again.
Perhaps it does hurt for him to look at them, or perhaps he just wants to be rid of any influence I have on him. Why I care, I don't know. I'm still not sure if I should donate them. They're at my parents' house at the moment, and are at the bottom of the list of things I need to have sent down. It will give me plenty of time to think.
It just hurts more because I thought he would be the man who truly loved me above all others, who would love me even as I grew older and started losing my looks. It's scary to start over again like that. :(
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