Trash the Dress - My Story

Trash the Dress - My Story

In 2007 I started dating a guy I thought I was going to be with forever. Little did I know, things weren't going to end well. He was the prince charming I had been looking for and was perfect. If we argued, he'd buy me little trinkets to say sorry, and he proposed to me after only being together for a couple months. I thought I was living in a real fairy tale. Little arguments turned into bigger ones, and although he never laid a hand on me, it took me years to stop having panic attacks whenever someone drank a beer around me. I never saw the red flags. It took me a long time to realize that when the person you're in a relationship with is putting you down instead of pulling you up, it's not the place you're supposed to be. And for reasons I won't get into here, I thought I deserved it. In January 2011, despite being engaged since September 2007, we still hadn't set a date. Sadly, my Grammy Meg passed away from cancer. She was the only person to date who I watched die. I was there, keeping her company so she wouldn't be alone in her final moments. I was crushed when she passed. For a little retail therapy, my Aunt Sue & I went out and she helped me pick out a wedding dress. We were sure that a wedding was going to happen eventually, and we needed something to take our minds off the terrible start to the new year. I ended up dropping $500 on my dress, and the matching flower girl dress for my Mini Human. She outgrew hers years ago, and we cut hers apart and made a fun twirly dress out of it for playing in. If you want to see some of those pictures, you can find them here!
It finally got to the point in our relationship where I ended up in the hospital in November 2012. I passed out in our bathroom after an exceptionally long night of being up all night fighting. I ended up rushed to the hospital in an ambulance. He didn't bother to visit. (I told him I didn't need any visitors, so he went to work.) I did have visitors that night though. My Grandma Gail who had followed the ambulance stayed until after my Aunt Pam brought my Mini Human, and my Aunt Sue showed up with My (now) Love. He & I had been friends for 11 years and recently reconnected at a couple mutual friends' wedding. He stayed until I made him leave at 2am. My then boyfriend took over an hour to get to the hospital to pick me up the next day (it was less than 30 minutes from our house). Shortly after I ended things with him. I'm not going to lie. I'm still angry with my former self. I want to go back in time and shake her and tell her that it wasn't ok for someone to make her feel that way, ever. I try to take it easy on her though because she's been through a lot already. And in the end, I am happy with My Love, and we are happy with our little family. This dress though. This dress is the last thing I have to remind me of the life I once thought was perfect. I can't fit into it though. Since being with My Love, I'm back up to a reasonable weight and have no desire to get back down to a weight that would allow me to fit into it again. Thankfully, I've already got a few beautiful humans who are going to help me trash this dress. I was originally going to just sell it, but after I dug it out of my Grandma Gail's closet, I found that it had been damaged by mice. Trashing it only seemed appropriate under these circumstances. Also, I don't want to call out this person, so if you know who I'm talking about, leave him alone. He's got his own issues to work through, and it's been years since we've had any contact. I'd like to think he's moved on and gotten the help he needed to live a better life, and if he's not, I don't need to know.

But now, I have to ask, will you help me trash this dress? Email me! Jess@TrueLifePics.com

January 2011 - Jess at David's Bridal

Trash the Dress - Amanda

Trash the Dress - Amanda

Just take the picture.

Just take the picture.