My comforter has been ripping lately. You know, the comforter that my mother made for us back when we had just moved here and were tight on money... the comforter I have had since I was three or four. It's ripping apart and there is little I seem to be able to do to save it. Each attempt I make to salvage the shreds weakens the material and essentially leads to destruction.
I can't help but be reminded of all my failed relationships when I try to fall asleep at night.