So many have experienced the pain.
She tells you she's leaving. She tells you she's taking her pots, her pans, and all her "Twilight" tomes.
You weep. You plug Nilsson's "Without You" into your ears on permanent play. If it's frightfully unexpected, your insides demand revenge.
One of the less good ideas, though, is to post nude pictures of her on his Facebook page. I mention this merely because an Australian man just got 6 months in the clinker for being something of a hurt stinker.
Ravshan "Ronnie" Usmanov, 20, posted six pictures of his ex "nude in certain positions and clearly showing her breasts and genitalia.'' At least that's was the Sydney Morning Herald's reading of the court documents.
With less control than he might have chosen, he then e-mailed her to say "Hullo, darling. I miss you so much. Please come home." Actually, no. What the court was told is that he wrote: "Some of your photos are now on Facebook."
Oh, what a tangled web we weave on the Web. In this case, the nude posting didn't happen the day after his ex moved out of their shared love nest. No, it was almost three months after the sad day of her departure.
He reportedly told the police: "I put the photos up because she hurt me and it was the only thing [I had] to hurt her."
His lawyer, Maggie Sten, explained her client's actions like this: "'He was upset so he put the photos up on Facebook. He did this to hurt her. He's sorry he did that. It was a spur-of-the-moment thing. It's just not something he would normally do.''
The spur-of-the-moment thing seems to have involved quite a long moment and quite a sharp spur, however. For the Herald reported that his ex only called the police after he refused to remove the photos from world consumption.
The impulse toward public revenge is as strong as the impulse to tell the world that you are, hurray, "in a relationship."
The world-wide noticeboard that is Facebook offers our minds -- and, sadly, our emotions -- a ready-made outlet for open connectedness.
Yet it surely offers a ready-made source for fear.
Those in deep and apparently never-ending love have traditionally posed for pictures of an intimate nature. However, now they now realize that -- once the intimacy becomes outtimacy -- the very same pictures can be give a very different role: from expression of love to cudgel of the hurt.
Might it be that, because of humanity's essentially weak nature, we'll start being far more closed because the potential consequences of our actions are far more open to the public eye?