Broken relationship #8

I continue with another exhibit from Zagreb’s Museum of Broken Relationships, a truly remarkable place.  Each object was donated by someone involved in a “broken relationship” (mostly romances but some parent/child relationships), and the donor wrote an explanation of the circumstances.

Some of the exhibits make you feel like a voyeur, or a bit uncomfortable—except that the donors want their objects to be seen and their stories told. This is one of them, part of the panoply of humanity.





  1. Ken Kukec
    Posted November 1, 2018 at 2:52 pm | Permalink

    Not that same old hackneyed story again! 🙂

    The human comedy (with all its tragic elements) is the gift that never stops giving.

    • GBJames
      Posted November 1, 2018 at 4:24 pm | Permalink

      No kidding.

  2. Posted November 1, 2018 at 3:34 pm | Permalink

    Bob Dylan’s Tangled Up in Blue, sort of.

  3. Grania Spingies
    Posted November 1, 2018 at 3:58 pm | Permalink

    Oh ye gods and little boarlets, I think this is the saddest one ever.

    • BJ
      Posted November 2, 2018 at 12:48 am | Permalink

      It’s beautiful!

  4. Posted November 1, 2018 at 4:15 pm | Permalink

    These are depressing to read. But all too true. Lot of tragic and sad stories around. Not sure why someone would make a museum of these stories.
    Mist of us broke up with someone at some point, and know stories of friends or acquaintances that have sad lives. Reading about tragic stories makes us feel more human and empathetic with others, and let us know that we all have feelings and emotions in common.

  5. Posted November 1, 2018 at 4:24 pm | Permalink

    That one really feels like it was written by a professional writer. It’s just a little too perfect.

    • Mark R.
      Posted November 1, 2018 at 4:30 pm | Permalink

      My impression was more: “You can’t make this stuff up!” But I see your point. I wouldn’t be surprised if there were some hoaxes in the museum.

    • Posted November 1, 2018 at 5:03 pm | Permalink

      Prostitute with a pen of gold.

    • Ken Kukec
      Posted November 1, 2018 at 5:05 pm | Permalink

      Just your typical hooker-cum-dominatrix in whom beats the heart of a libertine novelist story — a genre that dates back at least to the days de Sade.

      • Posted November 1, 2018 at 7:05 pm | Permalink

        What? No empathy for women with feeling, like the rest of us.

    • infiniteimprobabilit
      Posted November 1, 2018 at 6:00 pm | Permalink

      I disagree (that it’s necessarily a professional writer). It’s well written, succinct and grammatical, but so what? About half the contributors to this site are capable of writing posts that are equally coherent and readable. I’d imagine the donor of the museum exhibit checked the wording of her text a couple of times before submitting it. The Museum may, quite possibly, check texts for coherence before putting them in print. I hope they do.

      So I don’t think any suspicion arises from the quality of the writing.


    • Posted November 1, 2018 at 8:52 pm | Permalink

      Yeah. This one I don’t believe. Why should he ask for *one* stiletto? Because otherwise this would have to be the third in the pair!

      I was reminded of the museum with two skeletons Of Christopher Columbus, one when he was a child and one when he was a man.

      • Posted November 1, 2018 at 8:57 pm | Permalink

        Why would he want two. He is not going to wear them. This way they each have one to remember each other by.

        • Posted November 1, 2018 at 9:01 pm | Permalink

          Or, if he asked for two the photo would be impossible.

          We laugh at people who believe religious stories that are just too neat. This is tied up too neatly and artificially.

          • Posted November 1, 2018 at 9:03 pm | Permalink

            I mean exhibit, not photo.

    • Posted November 2, 2018 at 4:39 am | Permalink

      Whether or not this story is ‘just too neat” to be believable we can each decide for ourselves but I am a little troubled by some of the comments here that seem to question the likelihood of a prostitute writing well or even professionally. The protagonist of this story is by her own account someone with aspirations to be a professional writer – she “wanted to write a book about S&M”. There are successful writers who have worked at some point in their lives as prostitutes and the idea that only the stupid or inarticulate ever become prostitutes is clearly far from the truth.

      • Ken Kukec
        Posted November 2, 2018 at 7:38 am | Permalink

        Hell, there’s an entire transgressive literature genre, both fiction and memoir, by former hustlers and hookers and pimps, from Jean Genet to Iceberg Slim.

  6. freiner
    Posted November 1, 2018 at 4:29 pm | Permalink

    These have all been heart-wrenching, but this one … nearly unbearable.

  7. yazikus
    Posted November 1, 2018 at 9:33 pm | Permalink

    Perhaps I’m morbid, but I’m really, really enjoying (enjoying?) these posts and love that this museum exists. It is a testament to humanity – reminds me of the ST Coleridge poem Psyche:

    The butterfly the ancient Grecians made
    The soul’s fair emblem, and its only name –
    But of the soul, escaped the slavish trade
    Of mortal life! – For in this earthly frame
    Ours is the reptile’s lot, much toil, much blame,
    Manifold motions making little speed,
    And to deform and kill the things whereon we feed.

    We are all here bearing witness to the things learned and lost in these failed relationships.

    • Posted November 1, 2018 at 10:54 pm | Permalink

      I used to like to read books of old poems. Almost all were pretty sad. Little girl freezing to death on her fsthersship, lovers dying, tragic shipwrecks, defeated warriors dying, moving fingers writing, sailors getting hanged. The list continues. People like to read about tragedy and sorrow.

  8. Posted November 1, 2018 at 11:26 pm | Permalink

    Stiletto,Who cares? you don’t have a patent on suffering and the myriad disappointments that life affords us all just because you’re gay or whatever. I have the responsibility and not so easy to understand complications of a straight life to worry about! Shall I run all my pains and strains by our readers here? Do you want to hear about my woes? Nevertheless, I wish you well. Grab your boot straps! Regards, Bill Maxwell

    • Posted November 2, 2018 at 4:59 am | Permalink

      What a bizarre reaction! Stiletto didn’t run her pains and strains past the readers here – PCC posted her piece as one of a series of posts from a museum about broken relationships. As far as I can see she gives no indication of whether she is “gay or whatever” and certainly no indication of considering that she has “a patent on suffering and the myriad disappointments that life affords us all”.
      Her story is clearly of relevance to the theme of the museum of broken relationships and therefore of interest to people who might be intrigued to visit such a museum. People such as yourself who appear to think we should all keep our woes to ourselves are entirely at liberty to eschew visiting the museum.
      Sorry to hear that you have woes in your life too. I wish you well.

  9. BJ
    Posted November 2, 2018 at 12:51 am | Permalink

    I don’t know why everyone thinks this particular story is so sad. I think it’s quite nice. Young lovers don’t see each other for many years, find each other in the most unlikely situation, have an interesting night, and say goodbye again, this time forever, but with a memento to keep them connected.

    • Ken Kukec
      Posted November 2, 2018 at 8:02 am | Permalink

      Just your typical, heartwarming boy-meets-girl, boy-loses-girl, boy-regains-girl-for-a-few-hours-in-the-sex-trade story, eh, BJ? 🙂

  10. Posted November 2, 2018 at 4:05 am | Permalink

    we live as we dream – alone.

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