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Well, these things do get very personal.
Twenty-five years ago, when my second wife and I separated, we made up lists and agreed on dividing everything down to the last tiny item. (Money wasn't an item; we were both employed and had no kids.)
But a year after the divorce, she was still mad about three items she thought she had been cheated out of: a wind-up kitchen timer, a Mexican piggy bank her grandfather had given her, and an 8" x 10" Lucite cutting board that was a gift from her mother. The total value would have been about $10 when new. The cutting board was cracked, the timer rusted, the pig lost.
She threatened to sue.
I told her to get a lawyer with a good sense of humor.
Haven't heard from her since.
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