I remember walking to a pawn shop with a camera and a ring and having a rough time of it until the clerk pointed out that I wasn't the first guy to walk in there with his exes stuff that day. And I wouldn't be the last. We had a chuckled about it and then if I remember correctly I got smashingly drunk.When my first wife left, she left a sink full of dishes.. after sitting around for a day or two hating those dishes, I eventually threw them out the back door... I bought new ones. I would have rather been tortured than wash those damn dishes.