A collector thinking aloud
I am in my forties. A successful well off business man with my own very comfortable flat and expensive car. Until recently I had a serious relationship with girl who six months ago decided to move with me in my house.
Unfortunately, a week ago, she packed up her things and left calling me an obsessed “toy train collector”.
In fact my comfortable house looks like a “train station” with more than two hundred rare old toys lying or rather “exhibited” everywhere in the house. In the corridor, in the sitting room, in the kitchen, in our bedroom, even in the restroom.
I have spent hours and hours hunting for these rare old trains and railways and I have paid a fortune for my collection. I am really proud of what I succeeded so far and I do not intend to stop.
My partner told me that she will not come back, unless I decide to tidy up the house by putting the trains in their boxes and storage them in the wardrobe.
With all honesty I confess to her that I love her deeply, I want to spend my life with her, I am ready to marry her whenever she is ready- but I will never be deprived of my “Toy Trains”.
They are my “children” and my intention is to hunt for more, and if needed buy a bigger house to exhibit them.
She asked me to see a psychiatrist, she called me an obsessed lunatic, a person who is highly addicted, she even compared my hobby to drugs.
To tell you the truth I don’t care! I consider myself a very happy forty year old Train Collector.
I do hope, dear co collectors, to agree with me!
If not, please do not hesitate to tell your own opinion or share your own experience.