I'm not really a museum person but almost everyone I met in Croatia kept telling me that I MUST see this one, and I'm very glad I did! The Museum of Broken Relationships is a collection of items from around the world that were left behind from peoples past relationships, accompanied by the story of the item and how the relationship came to it's end. So with permission from the museum here are just a few of the items on show there.
If you would like more information about The Museum of Broken Relationships and to read a few more sad, funny and sometimes surprising stories you can check out their website here.
It is said never to give anyone a pair of shoes as a Christmas present because then the shoes would make the person you gave them to walk away from you. A few months after Christmas 2004, we call it quits.
Superstitions? I don't believe in superstitions. I just walked away. Today, I'm still walking, but without the shoes.
A Key Bottle Opener
You talked to me of love, gave me small gifts every day; this is just one of them. The key to the heart. You turned my head; you just did not want to sleep with me. I realized how much you loved me only after you died of AIDS.
So, after three years together, my husband brought fake, sculpted female breasts which were, of course, larger than mine and that was the time of our biggest relationship crisis... He made me wear them during sex because they turned him on. I was disappointed and because of those sculpted, fake breasts I left him for good.
A Dog Collar Light
We had been married for 13 years and were living in a foreign country together. The love in our relationship had taken a backseat to friendship and I'd come to realise I was miserable. I made up my mind to leave a year before but needed time to gain enough strength. So I waited, building myself up. Telling her I was leaving was the hardest thing I'd ever done - at that time, anyway. She went back to her own country to stay with her family, trying to regain her strength. She took our little dog, which I thought she would need more than me. I went home to my own country and discovered I was suffering quite badly from depression. We maintained a level of contact, though she was having great difficulty coming to terms with our new reality. She sent me a package with a few small things, each of which broke my heart a little more because each had a sort of significance and were mostly about her wanting to take care of me, even though she was the one suffering. This little dog collar light, she said she had bought one for our little dog, because she kept wandering off in the dark in winter nights and getting lost. This way, they could always find her. I said many times during the split, how I felt lost and very alone. This little red light has been with me everywhere, in my toilet bag for two years now, killing me every time I saw it. My former partner took her own life a little over a year after we split up. Alone. In a hotel room. In a strange town. I am still alive, but.....
PS Please hang it blinking if you use it - it reminds me of a heartbeat. The battery can be replaced.
She was the first woman that I let move in with me. All my friends thought I needed to learn to let people in more. A few months after she moved in, I was offered to travel to the US. She could not come along. At the airport we said goodbye in tears, and she was assuring me she could not survive three weeks without me.
I returned after three weeks, and she said: "I fell in love with someone else. I have known her for just four days, but I know she can give me everything that you cannot."
I was banal and asked about her plans regarding our life together. The next day she still had no answer, so I kicked her our. She immediately went on holiday with her new girlfriend while her furniture stayed with me. Not knowing what to do with my anger, I finally bought this axe at Karstadt to blow off steam and give her at least a small feeling of loss - which she obviously did not have after our break-up.
In the 14 days of her holiday, every day I axed one piece of her furniture. I kept the remains there, as an expression of my inner condition. The more her room filled with chopped furniture acquiring the look of my soul, the better I felt.
Two weeks after she left, she came back for the furniture. It was nearly arranged into small heaps and fragments of wood. She took that trash and left my apartment for good. The axe was promoted to therapy instrument.
The Museum of Broken relationships is located in the old town of Zagreb and admission is just €2.5, so if you ever get the chance I strongly recommend you check it out.
So what's the most interesting museum you've ever been to?