When I broke up with my boyfriend in high school, I threw out every single item associated with him-- gifts, cards, notes, pictures. I even cut out every picture of him and his name wherever it appeared in the yearbook. Once as a newlywed, I got mad and threw all my husband's clothes out in the common area of our apartment complex in one big pile, underwear on top. I've settled down now but I do know how it feels when you get really angry. And even though I was very immature back then I never would have destroyed anything valuable or physically hurt anyone. Looking back, all that drama seems so stupid.