Call me Mr Functional.
I have a Swiss Army Knife given to me by my ex-wife
It has a charmed life, whenever I loose it, it manages to turn-up, time and time again. Lodged in the crevice of a seat of a person I will only see for one day, found by accident etc etc etc. Given the circumstances I would not grieve but be quite happy if it divorced me. BUT it is a very, very useful, carpentry tool, tree pruner, spectacle repairer, and a knife! etc etc and if I threw it away it would be unkind, in pique, cynical. If I gave it away I would have to not like the person, & why would I be giving them presents? If I bought another, I would be unfaithful. So here I am in limbo land with the constant reminder. Why are these gizmos sooooooo practical.
I also have a Pentel Pencil which has the same connotations, much repaired much lost & returned, and it was there when I wrote most of my early songs (AD ie After Divorce). It has magic. & that wasn't put there by her!!! No way.
Infuriating isn' it?