I love animals, I love horses, and therefore I loved breyers and little ponies.  Twice in my childhood I was forced to get rid of my ponies, but the breyers were ok.  I worked at a stable, worked in the vet field, even lived in a barn apartment for two years.  So the breyers weren't questioned too much.

But them I turned 35.  I'm was still single, no wife or kids.  People already think I'm the odd one.  I also like cats, so my family was always giving me cat stuff at birthdays and Christmas.  I had to tell them to stop. Nobody's ever going to date the guy with all the silly cat stuff in his house. Well, at 35, I had the same revelation about my breyers.  What is a 35 year old guy doing with shelf after shelf of plastic horses?  I boxed up 80% percent of my collection.  I was going to sell them and only keep those that had special meaning. 

Well, they're still in boxes in the basement after almost seven years.  I just... never got around to selling them, or I guess it was I really couldn't let them go.  I started a post here on the arena, there were a couple replies I think about who I have and photos, but I never followed through.

So I've sort of been in your shoes.  Wanting to let go but not sure how or why.