I Let My Boyfriend Throw Out Some of My Clothes, Here's What Happened
I'm sitting on my bed with my hands over my eyes because my boyfriend, Thomas, is about to Spring clean my wardrobe. It was my idea, and maybe I now regret it?
I was prepared to wait a good half hour for Thomas to decide what he didn't like . . . but three minutes later he's done.
To add insult to injury I was looking at a pile of pieces I wear on high rotation. Oof.
Noting my obvious discomfort, Thomas tells me he was scared he might cause irreparable damage to our relationship. I quickly reassured him that this is just a game and I love him no matter what. Oldest trick in the book, but he fell for it.
We are now separated.
I joke. But it was a testing morning. I have, after all, made a career in fashion. Finding out that he hated some of my most prized pieces — and had a lot of opinions on them, to boot — was a bitter pill to swallow. At the same time it was an interesting exercise and perhaps — just maybe — exactly what my wardrobe needed?
Or maybe not.
After pressing the record button on my phone, I listened [and slowly died inside] as Thomas explained why he would throw out each piece in the pile. Below is the unedited version, as it happened.