I have a twisted, broken key ring. My fiancé returning her set of keys to my house thrown in my face. It was the culmination of a series of decisions I had to make but regretted anyway and while I wish she could have seen it my way, I saw the moment coming about four months prior. As they plopped from my face and into my waiting hand I even said “I probably deserved that.”
I have it on a Christmas ornament I purchased to commemorate our first holiday engaged but was unable to give her.
I keep the twisted hunk of metal as a reminder that decision have consequences and even the right ones can still hurt.