Gifts from ex-boyfriends are completely integrated into my life. I still use the white fluffy robe that RGuy got for me. And I still wear clothes that he bought me. The beautifully understated crystal jewelry he gave me our last Christmas together is still mine as well.
And then there's S. I still have the GPS he gave me when I first moved out west to be with him. I use it most days and I depend on it heavily. I also have the necklace he bought me. It's this murano glass necklace that he was so proud of.
I also still own the doll that J gave me. It sits on my bed - I know I'm a baby. I actually wore the necklace he gave me recently. It's a bright green stone on this delicate silver chain. I remember he told me that he noticed I liked that colour.
Then there's M. The three dolls he got me are still in the backseat of my car. And I still own the beautiful charm bracelet he got me, with the tiny pink cupcake on it. It's so perfect I don't have the heart to part with it, however I also can't bring myself to wear it either.