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These are excerpts of all the breakup letters I've ever received.
They were hand-sewn into this hankie by my own hand one dark and miserable night, as I drowned my heartache in tears and pinot and a Love It-size cup of Banana Caramel Crunch from Coldstone Creamery.
Just kidding!
I'm always the dumper!*
Actually, this handkerchief was created by someone else, and the breakup letter sewn into the fine cotton is not one of my own. I suppose — whilst in the throes of your own breakup — using this hankie to wipe away the tears could either give you perspective or drive the heartache home.
*I dumped my first boyfriend ever the day after senior prom, while down the shore together. He expressed some regret at that moment at having paid for prom tickets, limo, flowers, etc. I dumped the next boyfriend on five separate occasions, and he eventually developed an ulcer. This pattern continued through to my husband, who I also tried to dump once as we sat in my car outside of Barnes & Noble, listening to Sarah Harmer. He sobbed like a little girl, and I relented. But only temporarily. Somehow, we've now made it to the point where I can't even fall asleep without him beside me, playing the big spoon, his arm wrapped around my middle and his hand resting on my massive stomach.God, what have I let myself become!?