So there I am—arms full of groceries, wine bottle barely hanging on, excited to celebrate this new chapter with my girlfriend. But the celebration never happens.
As I step inside, I immediately freeze.
Every. Single. One. Of her ex-boyfriends’ photos—framed, printed, even one canvas-sized—are already hanging on MY apartment walls.
And I don’t mean in a drawer or an album. I mean full-blown gallery-style display. Smiling selfies, beach trips, prom pictures… even one where she’s kissing a guy on the cheek!
I ask her, calmly but stunned, what all this is.
She says, “They’re part of my past and I like remembering the memories.”
So I told her, “That’s beautiful. You can remember them back at your old place,” and asked her to move out immediately.
Red Flag or Reasonable?
Sure, everyone has a past. But turning your shared living space into a shrine for exes? That’s a hard no.
Would you have done the same?
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