|Aaron Escobar (CC)|
While pulling it over my head one day, I ripped a hole in the armpit. My mother-in-law graciously sewed it back together, but not long after that the sweater got a small hole in the rib area that increased in size with every laundry cycle. Then I managed to stretch out the sleeves to the point where the arms would flop around and slouch toward my elbows. As time went on, the color started to fade. I wore that sweater so much it basically dissolved.
One day I made the hard decision to throw it away. But instead of doing so, I set it next to the trash can just in case I changed my mind.
Finally one day I did the deed.