I met the love of my life when i was about 16. He was amazing and dating my friend at the time. Well years past and they broke up but he stayed my best friend we threw thick and thin and girl after stupid girl and finally in 07 i was his old lady.

We had so much fun together and he was finally really happy. We were going to get married and have a baby and we were so excited.  Then Aug 30th he was killed in a motorcycle accident. i had just gotten off the phone with him before he got on that stupid bike to come home.  5 min later he was gone. He never came home. I'm left all alone.

My boyfriend of 9 years had horrible credit, and so, I always got our car loans. He decided at one point that what he really needed was an expensive, enormous truck. It was hunter green with a leather interior, over the top and ridiculous. But he wanted it and I was a doormat, so I co-signed on his 6 year loan.

Fast forward three years later and we've broken up and I've moved out. I was paying off credit card debt we'd accrued together and a student loan, so imagine my horror and surprise when he calls me and tells me he's been fired and he can't keep the truck. I ended up with his truck, the enormous truck payment and it took me a year and a half to sell it. But it has been a valuable lesson to me to live within my means - I'm now debt free and driving a tiny, fuel efficient Honda, and I love it.

These might be kind of odd things to have kept but I just can't make myself get rid of them. I'm not a pack rat at all but these boxes of soda cartridges have been with me for over 18 years and made it through 4 separate moves. They were my great aunt's. She loved the soda water. Never bought it bottled, always made her own and was obviously thrifty about it because she had quite a store of boxes laid up in her apartment. They come home with me when I helped clean out her apartment after she had died along with the soda bottle, a painting, a marble table top that weighs a ton and a few other miscellaneous items.

She was an amazing woman, played poker daily well into her 80's, taught me how to play, never let me win and happily took my money saying that was how I'd learn the game. I was in my 20's when she died and regret to this day not having spent more time with her but I did manage to drag a boyfriend or two to meet her and she always cooked us a huge meal, insisting we eat until we were stuffed. My husband was one of the boyfriends she cooked for. Thankfully, she liked him and was at our wedding. I don't know what any of this has to do with those soda cartridges but they're tucked away in a cabinet and will likely still be there years from now collecting dust and reminding me of my Aunt Adele.

He moved in with me, it was an up and down relationship. One day out of the blue, he asked me to marry him. I said I wasnt sure, but we went shopping for rings for me. Shortly after that he left, knowing that I couldn't commit.

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When my relationships end i never find anything left behind but that i lost my virginity all over again lol

Uh... she left some stuff in the bathroom including one Costco size box of..stuff. Can I recycle these?

I couldn't wait to get to Jr. High. It didn't sound quite as cool as high school, but it was a start and that's what I was looking for. One of the first social events at school was the Halloween dance. Gasp. A DANCE??!! Like the ones in my Sweet Valley High books? Oh, yes, this is what was missing from my life.

My girlfriends and I walked into the dance looking for excitement and romance of epic proportions and, boy, did I find it. Standing in the corner was Andy. Andy was a brooding eighth grader with all the qualities any seventh grader is looking for. He was older. His hair was long and tousled. He was cute....I guess that's it. That's all seventh graders are looking for, really. Anyway, out of all the girls doing the Roger Rabbit to Salt n Peppa, he picked me out of the crowd. We danced. We laughed. We talked about "Young Frankenstein." Love at first sight? You bet your ass. As I was leaving the dance, Andy pulled me aside and slowly pulled a ring off of his pinky. It was silver and had an "A" engraved on it. His dad had given it to him when he was little. He looked into my eyes and put it on my finger. Could it have gotten any better? Um. No. This was EXACTLY like Sweet Valley High. I left that night feeling like Shelly Fabrey. It was all happening. The whole Jr. High experience. Two weeks later I broke up with Andy because he kept trying to french kiss me at my locker right in front of my English teacher. Gross. I was NOT ready for that. But, I still have the ring and I still wear it occasionally when I'm feeling snarky and ironically nostalgic and I think about that night and how happy and grown up I felt.

Addendum: I actually wore my mother's high heels to that dance...and they fit. Heaven.

Around halfway through a 12+ year relationship, I received a birthday present from my friggin' beloved via FedEx. We were in the midst of one of many apprehensive reconciliations and he REALLY wanted to woo me this time. Upon opening the package, I thought, He knows I already read this. But the card instructed me to turn to page three. Apparently Mr. King doesn't "do autographs" very often. I still have no idea how he obtained the thing, but it remains in my home, a memento of a very rocky, love-torn "chapter" in my life.

Dear Rob,

I know you've said you'll come get your stuff out of the garage but it's still sitting there. You've been telling me that for months and months. I don't even know what most of it is. I recognize a few car parts.

It's not a huge deal. I guess it could just keep sitting there but at some point I'll get motivated and decide to clean out the garage and I'll throw all the mystery stuff away and then you'll show up like a day later finally ready to pick it up and we'll look at each other, remembering that our timing was always off like that. Hopefully we'll laugh about it because that was just how things always went for us.

Oh, what the hell - your crap can stay in the garage until you get around to picking it up.  It might even be nice to see you...