Without going into the obvious sexual associations of buying a new bed and chucking the old (and when I say chucking, I'm talking dumpster), I will say that I suffered what seems like an inordinate amount of grief over doing away with a material object. It's not just all the old energy of old boyfriends (which is actually a GREAT reason to get rid of it), but it's also the family members who slept on it and just the old me. I had it for X number of years, (OK, and I'm not usually embarrassed to write about anything), and that is too long for anyone to own one bed. Anyway, not only did I cry, but I suffered from serious physical symptoms (not IBS), and felt depressed for a full day. All over a stupid bed...

Just for today, I release my old bed.