apologies
for adding all these replies but i keep remembering bits.

When we broke up FINALLY, she sent me a notepad she'd been writing in since we'd been going out. It was a strange mix of loved-up superlatives and intense insanity. The last few pages were horrible, about "her life without me" and how much she wanted to die and shit like that. She'd coated it in perfume I'd bought her, so if I ever see that book now, it's like she's in the room. EUGH
(Hernandez Fiendish probably won't be here until at least, say, Wed 5 May 2010, 8:51, 1 reply)

You mean you kept it?

( pixel_fucker is going to need a bigger brush, Wed 5 May 2010, 9:16, closed)

how on earth
could i get rid of such an artifact of terror like that? Years from now it'll be discovered and burned at a stake to appease the God Of Horrible Fucking Girlfriends
(Hernandez Fiendish probably won't be here until at least, say, Wed 5 May 2010, 9:56, closed)

Get rid of it
Any reminders of bad times that only bring you down need destroying.
(Mr McKenzie Mr McKenzie, Wed 5 May 2010, 10:34, closed)

I concur.
You don't necessarily ned to burn it at the stake, you can just throw it out. Sometimes a bit of ritual in cleansing your life of these artifacts helps, sometimes it's best to give their passing all the care and attention they deserve i.e. no more than coffe grounds or chip wrappers.
(Falstaff's Spiritual Successor, Wed 5 May 2010, 10:45, closed)

I'm well over all that stuff now
so that reading it gives me a sense of bathos - it's so ridiculous and trite that it's a laugh to read it back. I'm a different person now, whether that's directly down to her influence or not I don't know. I don't think I'll throw it out - it's a kind of reminder to those hellish three years that I managed to endure and, ultimately, come out stronger.
(Hernandez Fiendish probably won't be here until at least, say, Wed 5 May 2010, 12:20, closed)