When relationships end, there isn't just one guilty party. Unless there is.
It might well be that your ex was a lovable person whom you treated like an errant musketeer. Or it might be that, one fine day, you discovered your ex's words were merely the arbitrary squeakings of a pygmy.
Rebecca Gibbs clearly became disenamored of her husband, Stephen Page. Where once their wedding proudly adorned YouTube, more recently the site reverberated with the whooshing sound of their marriage going up in smoke.
Or into space, to be more precise.
For Gibbs decided to take their wedding ring, put it in a homemade rocket, and send it up to cold, dark heights.
Gibbs told Stuff that this symbolic stuff-it to her marriage was made possible by the fact that her current partner's brother is a rocket scientist.
"I just thought that was awesome and it was a really liberating experience for me, and while it was for me, it was also for him, to let him know it was completely over," Gibbs told Stuff.
The "him" she is referring to is not the rocket scientist, but her former husband -- who, one suspects, she feels is less of a rocket scientist. How odd that she would feel so sure what was liberating for him.
The rocket carrying the symbolic ring of love was sent on its way from a concrete pad in Banks Peninsula, New Zealand.
It is unclear how far up the rocket went, but there was apparently a secondary boost, so, in a few years, perhaps a Mars Rover might spot it.
What is also unclear is what went wrong in the marriage. However, the music that accompanied the video was Beyonce's "The Best Thing I Never Had."
Should be unfamiliar with this poignant ditty, here are some sample lyrics:
So sad, you're hurt, Boo hoo, oh did you expect me to care? You don't deserve my tears, I guess that's why they ain't there, When I think that there was a time that I almost loved you, You showed your ass and baby yes I saw the real you!
Though Gibbs speaks of feeling liberated, some might find these words a trifle embittered.
Which is why one dreadful thought comes to mind. The opening lines of Beyonce's song are the inventive:
What goes around comes back around, hey! (my baby), What goes around comes back around, hey! (my baby).
What if, at some future moment, Gibbs is sitting in her garden, sipping on some fine New Zealand sauvignon blanc, when she discovers an odd piece of metal? What if it turns out to be a piece of the rocket, returned to Earth?
What if her wedding ring is lying there next to it? What would be the next step toward her catharsis?