well...

...the dress is back.  finally.  it arrived in a very tattered envelope sent via regular mail.  what had i expected?  and yes, it does not magically make every pain and anger disappear.  and somehow, the dress is not as great as i remember it to be now.  i knew it would happen and perspectives do change over time i suppose.  but it's all good, because now i do not have any reason to have to communicate with him whatsoever.  i promise this will be the last time you'll read about the dress because it is no longer sitting at the back of his closet, but in mine.