What Do You Do With the Plate?: Why I Am Glad To Be Married, Edition 316

The other day I was reminded of a story told to me by a dear friend back when we were both single. He had broken up with a woman he had been dating for a while and they had done the picking up all your stuff from the other person's apartment and a few days later, he found a plate that she had left. Now, he was a bachelor with mismatched plates. No one would have noticed. Of course, that plate would always bring to mind certain memories and a feeling that he should not still have it. Keeping it seems wrong. The break-up was not of the plate smashing variety, but stopping by to return it would be painful for both and possibly send a wrong message (For a plate? Nah, he must want to see me again. No one would come by just for a plate.).

So, what do you do with the plate?