My now exboyfriend was deployed overseas for a year. We decided to end our long distance relationship (plane tickets are expensive!) and actually move in together. So I was driving, with my life in my car, 1000 miles from my hometown to a city where I knew no one. I planned on waiting a year for him to come home so we could get our lives started.
When I made it to my new place, his parents helped move all of his things into my (our) new apartment. His bed, dresser, couch, dishware, TV etc etc. You name it, it was here. Things went well for most of the year. He came home from leave for a week after 6 months. But a couple months before his big day back home he stopped saying I love yous. Then he said we should live in separate places. He started acting strange. Then he broke up with me, over webcam while he was overseas. This was the man of my dreams and he dumps me a month before he's suppose to come home. I left my entire life behind to be with him, and I never got to see him come home. I had dreamed of that day for a year!
A few months later I find out he's already living with someone else. And I have ALL of his stuff. Well, not anymore - I'd rather sleep on the floor than in his bed, eat with my hands than use his forks, stare at the wall than watch his TV. Every inch of my apartment used to have part of him in it. It was almost unlivable. I felt like I was being haunted by an evil spirit. Oh, and that family heirloom in the picture? Rotting in a landfill somewhere.