Two exes created a museum exhibition with random objects people saved from former loves, from a stolen toaster to a wedding dress in a jar

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"I hate throwing perfectly functional items in landfills but would hate to see someone walking around in my once beautiful but now sadness infused dress."

 

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"A memento of my grandmother's great love, Karlo, who drowned in a river in 1920."

 

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"One day, as a gift, he gave me a phone with wires hanging from it. He had ripped it off of a payphone in Echo Park the night before. I was not there."

 

"I realized that deep inside of me, I still loved him. I succeeded in going to the police and making a declaration even though the statute of limitations on the rape had expired, and an investigation was opened."

 

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"He told me he had the desire to be submissive because his father had often beaten him as a child. T. was now in his second marriage and he wanted to make it work. It was better we never saw each other again."

 

"When I moved out, and across the country, I took the toaster. That'll show you. How are you going to toast anything now?"

 

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"My exes made from their clothes."

 

"I never did get why she gave me a magnifying glass, nor did she ever explain what it meant. But she always said she felt small whenever she was around me."

 

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"He is still here, but I have had to learn how to live with a broken relationship, a one-sided relationship."

 

"This hockey puck was his first Christmas gift in 2009. He got it for me after a match he played and hesitated a long time before giving it to me, thinking it was a bad gift, but I have always thought it was his most original gift ever."

 

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"Our marriage was over on the eve of our 5th anniversary when I found out he was cheating on me and writing details about it to a group of our friends, who supported him."

 

"The arrow indicates the spot where I first saw a penis in the sunshine."

 

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"I put the lint in a small baggie and concealed it away in the drawer of my bedside table."

 

"Every time we would see each other we would tear off one leg. When we ran out of legs to tear, that would be the time to start a life together."

 

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"He told me about how he used to do his home work in the bathtub as a kid, and brought me a book on our first date, and said he loved these damn pickles. He stopped returning my texts before I ever got a chance to give them to him."