A few months ago, my girlfriend of two and a half years and I broke up after I began to fall out of love. My heart was swayed, and I made a mistake of kissing another girl. She found out after I tried to hide it, my attempts at hiding it made her even more furious (protip: don't give your girlfriend your facebook password, ever). I broke her. I regret this more than anything I have ever done. I became an enemy of her friends, who acted like pack-minded wolves, as if I was a threat to the unit. If not for the support of my friends, I don't think I could have handled this, mentally.
She was very creative, and it was a common thing for her to give me things she made in art class. I had tacked several paintings, cards, drawings, and had stuffed animals that she hand-made, arranged on one of my tables in my bedroom. They were a reminder of better times. I was fond of the memories that they represent. I didn't want to just pack all of them away in a box. Since they she was such an important part of my life, I wanted them visible, a testimony of our time together.
She called me, wanting her stuff back. I asked if she wanted all of it...
I packed up everything that she ever gave me, because she wants it all back. I have never heard of taking gifts back from the people you give them to. This will eventually fade my memory of her completely, but I packed her into three giant, overflowing bags. I think it's such a rude thing to do, although understandable, considering what I did. She hasn't even asked if I want my gifts back, the answer to which would be a resounding "no," because gifts are something that are not yours once you give them.
