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A sombre celebration for a broken relationship: A funeral for the damned
What a way to commemorate a broken engagement — to continue living in this damned, confusing existence.
We’ve cycled through every humiliating status: lovers, engaged, and now, broken but stuck. What’s the proper term for this humiliating state of affairs?
A relationship purgatory?
We’ve been stuck in this limbo for years, condemned by all — especially those on his side.
Perhaps it’s time for a celebration.
Like a sombre funeral, complete with two empty coffins for each of us.
We’ll use that sepia-toned studio photo as the funeral portrait — the one that person, acting more like the bride than I ever was, tried to dictate.
Of course, no one would be crying at this funeral other than me. All those who had a hand in ruining everything for us would be so delighted, their shrieking laughter filling the air.
It’s time to put my spineless other half under the spotlight and make a toast to…
