Zagreb, Croatia (formerly Yugoslavia) is the home of the Museum of Broken Relationships. While the point can be made that Yugoslavia is, itself, a major broken relationship, this particular museum deals with couples who have split. Many of these splits occurred well before Gwyneth Paltrow’s (Oscar-winning/world-class mom/chef/foodie/blogger/wife of rock star) invention of the term “conscious uncoupling.” The uncouples who inhabit the Museum of Broken relationships often uncoupled in ways that normal humans uncouple, with a lot of emotional and material detritus in their wake.
The idea for the museum was born in 2006, when Olinka Vištica and Dražen Grubiši? (the names, no doubt, rolling off your tongue) ended their relationship. It started as a touring exhibition. Disappointed and hurt lovers could, when they were visiting it, donate a fragment of their kaput relationship and a short description to go with the item/relationship. The ultimate goal was to get past the hurt in order to experience healing. Today the museum has a permanent location and has won awards. Its exhibits tour the world.
Life in the Boomer Lane can’t afford to start a Museum of Broken Relationships here in the US. But she can share with you the items her friends would donate, if such a museum existed. LBL, herself, will donate replicas of the senior prom tickets she bought, only to have Danny Irons dump her a few days before the event. Here are others:
When R’s boyfriend departed, he left behind a life size ceramic penis of himself. J happily donates that, since it takes up an inordinate amount of space in her condo, and because it is mighty tough to have sex with ceramic (not for lack of trying). If the museum doesn’t accept it, she will try the Smithsonian.
G donates a cancelled alimony check, in the amount of $300, drawn on her ex-husband’s new wife’s bank account. While they were married, she incurred all financial obligations. G notes that he successfully found another woman to carry on the long-standing tradition.
S donates the vibrator she demanded back from her boyfriend after he broke up with her. It is a rabbit-style, and she says it actually moved faster than he did.
She also donates a ring from that same Mr Speedy. After the stone fell out, she found out that it was a $10.99 ring from Claire’s boutique. This is either an indication of the high quality of items sold by Claire’s, an emporium that caters to the middle school set, or one more piece of evidence that it was a good thing that Mr Speedy slowly made his way out of S’s life.
B donates the rolling pin his ex used to smash into his car to see if there were any items of value that belonged to her. The item with the most value was the rolling pin.
T donates anal beads and jerk off videos that her ex made of himself, wearing women’s panties. She wants nothing to do with any of that anymore, aside from saving a couple videos for ransom (so she says).
JA held a stoop sale in front of his brownstone. The signs advertising it around the neighborhood said “Come buy my ex’s stuff” He will donate any unsold items that he still has.
When C’s husband finally left (after continuing to live the marital residence for several months because “he had no place else to go”), for years after, whenever his parents came to visit him, they stayed with C, because C was a far more pleasant host. C finally got a smaller place and donates her guest room sheets.
Others have offered to donate lawsuits, criminal proceedings, foreclosed properties, depleted bank accounts, and grown children who live in basements. These items belong to the ex’s but have unfortunately become the property of the ones left behind. While she appreciates the gesture, the LBL Virtual Museum of Broken Relationships regrets that the museum cannot accept such items.
Snoring Dog Studio
May 6, 2014
Can I donate 14 years of regret? Pleeeeeze.
Life in the Boomer Lane
May 6, 2014
The Museum is, unfortunately, not able to accept regrets, unless they arrive in three-dimensional form. But your request is funny and the Museum is laughing.
Snoring Dog Studio
May 7, 2014
Okay, I’ll send you a handful of anti-depressants then.
katecrimmins
May 6, 2014
You have some very interesting friends. You could do a post on any one of them!
Life in the Boomer Lane
May 6, 2014
Probably so.
Anonymous
May 6, 2014
super funny
Life in the Boomer Lane
May 6, 2014
Ah, I’ll bet you say that to all the bloggers.
btg5885
May 6, 2014
Danny Irons missed out and will remembered for his absence from the “class act” list. I had a girlfriend end our relationship, officially on the day of New Years Eve. She would tell you it was over before then, but I held out some hope that were appropriately crushed that 12/31.
Life in the Boomer Lane
May 6, 2014
My younger so broke up with his high school girlfriend on the day of the Senior Prom. I was speechless when he told me what he had done.
wordsfromanneli
May 6, 2014
These are funny because there is a grain of truth in many of them. (Still laughing).
Life in the Boomer Lane
May 6, 2014
I know what you mean.
simplelivingover50
May 6, 2014
Wow, I got none of it left. I dumped it all years ago.
Life in the Boomer Lane
May 6, 2014
You could have started your own museum.
simplelivingover50
May 7, 2014
That would have been a HUGE investment. LOL
JackieP
May 6, 2014
I have nothing left as the ex took it all except my bed. Which was ok, it was the better bed.
Life in the Boomer Lane
May 6, 2014
Does it ever feel strange to be in the bed you shred with him?
JackieP
May 6, 2014
well the thing of of it is, that it’s not the bed I shared with him. That one he took for him and his girlfriend. The last year of our marriage I had my own room with my own bed. That’s the one he left me with.
Life in the Boomer Lane
May 6, 2014
Gee, so he left you something that belonged to you anyway. Whatta guy.
benzeknees
May 6, 2014
I could donate the 2 warrants for my arrest that were issued because my husband refused to pay a parking ticket while we were married & the car was in my name. Of course I had no knowledge of these tickets until the police showed up at my door with warrants in hand. I had to pawn my wedding ring to keep myself out of jail, but I shelled out to get it back so my daughter could have the keepsake!
Life in the Boomer Lane
May 6, 2014
Oh my. That beats every other story I’ve heard in the same general category (one partner doesn’t pay taxes/the mortgage/whatever and the other gets stuck with the fallout).
benzeknees
May 7, 2014
The straw that broke the camel’s back was when I opened up our mortgage update & found out he was 2 months behind in the mortgage payments as well! I went to a lawyer & filed for a Separation Agreement the very next day, so we were separated but living in the same house for 4 months while our house was up for sale because I didn’t trust him not to sabotage the sale in order to sink me even further. He got the couch & I got the dining room set in the division of property (he was supposed to make the last 5 payments on it) & they started trying to repossess the dining room set because he hadn’t paid it off! Very messy indeed!
Valentine Logar
May 6, 2014
V donates most recent e-mail from soon to be ex stating he could not afford fees for Notary Public on divorce papers unless I transferred money to his bank account, would I mind also transferring enough so he could mail all documents back to my attorney. After all I did say I would pay and if I don’t he doesn’t know when he will get around to it.
Really? Yes, Really.
Life in the Boomer Lane
May 7, 2014
This is either incredible sad or incredibly manipulative. Actually, both.
Valentine Logar
May 7, 2014
It is manipulative, only that.
Sunshinebright
May 6, 2014
What a sad commentary in the comments.
Life in the Boomer Lane
May 7, 2014
Yes, absolutely. I heard others in my years as a realtor. Sometimes, all you can do is see the humor in it.
ARoyzle
May 7, 2014
I think I have all that stuff in my basement. Let me go see…
Life in the Boomer Lane
May 7, 2014
Is it labeled and categorized?
ARoyzle
May 7, 2014
Nope. All in a moldering heap.
chlost
May 7, 2014
As a (former) family law attorney, I could tell you stories that would make your toes curl. Which is why I no longer do that. I would happily donate my accounts receivable-all uncollectible-to that museum of yours.
Jean
May 12, 2014
Gosh. Museum seems like a museum of sadness, anger yet hope…..