So recently, I threw away a pair of underwear.
Well, a few months ago actually. They were my “break up panties” …
In the evening of his departure, I sat in the bathroom and said to myself
“When I put these panties on this morning, I was a married woman”
I finally had to throw them away. They were simply a reminder of that horrible day.
I still think about them when I’m digging in the drawer for a fresh pair each day, but I realized something yesterday… I don’t recall what they looked like. I think they were purple? I think so.
I am really happy that some memories fade.