If you thought cyberspace just wasn’t permanent enough for your failed relationships, here’s the museum version of JustBeenDumped. Kind of like the Smithsonian of break-ups, a place where you can walk the halls of the dumped, the jilted and the rejected. It’s called the Museum of Broken Relationships, and it’s an exercise in memorializing and moving on from what its curators call “emotional collapse”.  Located in Croatia, exhibits now on display include everything from romantic letters to a leg prosthesis donated by a war veteran who fell in love with his physiotherapist.

Here’s a highlight from one of the exhibits, called simply the innocuous “I Love You” Teddy Bear:


„I love you“ – WHAT A LIE! LIES, DAMN LIES! Yes, it’s like that when you are young, naïve and in love. And you don’t realize your boyfriend started dating you just because he wanted to take you to bed! I got this teddy bear for Valentine’s. He survived on top of a wardrobe in a plastic bag. Only because it wasn’t him who hurt me, but the idiot who left him behind.

We at JustBeenDumped were not surprised to hear that the museum has enjoyed much success since its first display. In fact, it’s gotten so popular that now it’s soliciting artifacts from the general public for exhibition. According to the museum founders, Olinka Vištica and Drazen Grubišić, it “offers every individual the chance to overcome the emotional collapse through creation, by contributing to the holdings of the Museum. The individual gets rid of controversial objects, triggers of momentarily undesirable emotions, by turning them into museum exhibits.”

After you register, you can add your own virtual exhibit, including letters, gifts, or a selection of pics from the standard photobooth gallery of you and your ex. Or, if you have a shrine more than a shoe box full of sentimental artifacts, you can host your own exhibit–and get this, the museum will provide publicity to market the project. So, forget the self help books and your scratched “Bridget Jones” DVDs, and let the Museum of Broken Relationships help you put your past behind you.


Backstory: “Audrina” and “Justin Bobby” had been dating for a while, but after Audrina’s mother was diagnosed with lung cancer, their relationship began to sour. Justin Bobby started to resent how much time Audrina was spending with her family. He would get angry at Audrina for not being able to keep up with him while riding dirt-bikes, one of his favorite pasttimes. Eventually, he stopped calling her. After two weeks, Audrina called him to schedule a time for her to pick up some stuff she left at his apartment. The day after she gathered her things, Audrina received this email:

Hansens..+, Glasses..+, Recliner..+, Favorite font and hit “Bold”..+
…………deep breath, and type……………

I think one of the problems with guys is we don’t talk when things bother us; Me for sure. I’d opt to be silent for a week or two until it went away. Girls talk right away.

Your home situation (I realize not your fault) was wearing thin. Curfew was good when I/we were 14. But after a brief period of being spoiled with sleep-overs and coffee/tea in the morning it was difficult, at best, to go back to Jr. High.

Last few times you came over I was a bit mad knowing you had to go soon. Now evident to both of us, as I look back on the less-than-Byron-like goodbyes.

When I think about it, I’m not sure talking about it would have helped. It sucked and that was the way it was.

The last time we went riding, I realized that was the last time we were going riding. Both for your physical health, and my mental health. It is definitely not your game. But I was content to let you limp along out there, time after time, and swallow my frustration with the lack of progress, until the shoulder crash.

It could have been worse, what would happen next time?

I would have called, eventually, probably by now. Just needed a little time…….That’s just the way I’m wired. I got all the text’s and e-mails, I just wasn’t ready yet.

Then I got the message asking for a good day for you to pick-up your stuff. That irritated me and I called immediately after receiving that message. Told you a good day to get your stuff. Then you through the “So that’s it, you don’t want to talk about it” at me. “I didn’t want to talk yet, that’s why I haven’t called you” I thought to myself. I think I just told you “No.”

I guess that’s about it, damn you sure did have a lot of stuff over here………look at all the room, it echos in here………

“She Bit Me!”

January 8, 2009

Backstory: After many dateless months, Bobby finally met Whitney.  The two met at a NYC bar and immediately hit it off. Soon, Bobby mustered up the courage to ask Whitney out on a formal date.  He consulted all his friends on the best restaurant and where to go for after dinner drinks.  Once he settled on both venues, Bobby actually walked the distance from the restaurant to the bar to make sure it wouldn’t be too far for Whitney to walk.  His best friend, eager to find out how the date went, found this email from Bobby the next morning:

date: Friday, Jan 27, 2007 at 10:20 AM
subject: last night



January 7, 2009

Backstory: “Meredith” and “McDreamy” started dating while McDreamy was a medical student. School took up most of his time, so Meredith didn’t get to see him as much as she wanted. This was especially true during his final exams, when Meredith didn’t see McDreamy for two weeks. He finally came over to Meredith’s house the Sunday after his exams were over, and everything seemed great. On his way out, McDreamy told Meredith that he had signed up to do a surgery the next day, and he would call her after it was over. But Monday came and went without a phone call. Meredith called him on Tuesday, and he didn’t call back. She tried again on Wednesday, and didn’t hear back. After a week went by without hearing from him, Meredith sent the following email:


So, you’ve disappeared. I assume it’s because you have lost interest and don’t have the balls to tell me. What makes this even more of a dick-move is your actions on Sunday. You told me about how your schedule would open up and you would have more time to get together. You also told me you would call me on Monday and tell me about your surgery and let me know what the rest of your week would be like. Why would you go into so much detail when really you weren’t planning to follow through on any of it? Why would you even bother coming to see me if you weren’t interested anymore. If you had any respect for me you would have told me prior to your round of tests/finals so that I wouldn’t have wasted anymore time on you. I sent you those texts and emails to show my support, they weren’t for my benefit. I still would like to know what happened, and I hope that you can man-up and tell me.


Happy New Year from JustBeenDumped! Judging by the number of emails you sent in over our little holiday vay-cay, we’re going to have a busy 2009. Here’s one to get the year started off right:

Backstory: “Whitney” and “Jay” had been casually dating for a few months, and Whitney was very happy with the status of their relationship. But soon Whitney realized that Jay wanted something more substantial. When Whitney told Jay that she didn’t want to be in a serious relationship, Jay decided to call it quits altogether. Whitney attempted to salvage a friendship with Jay, but he wasn’t ready for that, as he explains in this email:

well i’ll tell you the most awkward thing for me, and that’s that i feel like you don’t care at all that we’re not dating. like i might as well have been your pizza deliver boy and said, “i’m sorry, but i can’t deliver your pizzas anymore.” and you’re like “well, it’s just pizza, i don’t give a shit.”

i know that, at least in part, you’ve been careful not to say certain things in the past because you haven’t wanted me to misinterpret them, or over-interpret them, or get the wrong idea. but you talk about your emotions so little that i feel like you have no emotional feelings for me at all–as a friend or otherwise. and i don’t want to be friends with someone who doesn’t have an emotional connection with me.

i find myself even wanting to make you mad, because at least then maybe you’d show some emotion. but i feel like nothing penetrates you. i’m very frustrated.