This is the bin in where today I disposed of my wedding album.
It wasn’t a special bin, nowhere symbolic or anything like that.
It was just an ordinary bin.
I’d initially tried putting the album in the recycling bin nearby, but the hole was too small.
I’d also thought about burning it.
But in the end, I just couldn’t be bothered.
So I binned it.
Someone told me I’d regret throwing it away.
I won’t.
I don’t see the point in keeping it.
It’s like keeping a dead dog because you were so fond of it, even though, just before it died, it bit your hand off.
Taxidermy doesn’t bring it back and turn it into a kitten.
The dog would just sit there, lifeless, staring at you with marbles for eyes.
And you’d think about how you once loved it…but then also think about the time it opened it’s mouth and made a snack of your fingers.
Marriage to me felt like a separate entity, something that had to be looked after by the 2 people that created it.
Unfortunately mine turned into some kind of filthy, screaming, grubby, torturous monster.
And only one of the two of us that created it wanted to rehabilitate it.
So it’s being euthanised.
Dramatic enough?
Yeh, I reckon so!
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