I was going through my clothes, trying to figure out what to donate, what to sell, and what to upcycle, and I came across my wedding dress. I don't know what to do with it. Clearly I'm never going to wear it again. Part of me wants to get rid of it. This marriage is falling apart by the second, and it hurts to see it.

Part of me can still relive the joy and excitement of that day. We didn't have any money then. He was working 80 hours a week on a traineeship and the only place that would hire me with my two MSc degrees was the thrift shop. So we went for the 10 min free ceremony at 8 am on a Thursday morning, both in thrifted clothes, no rings, no witnesses, just two ladies from the minicipality. But we were so excited and so serious about those vows! The ladies thought we were so cute that they still played Mendelssohn's Wedding March on the city hall bells for us.

And now I don't know what to do with that dress. I just want to cry.