I wore my wedding band on my right ring finger for a while to symbolize… I don’t know, the opposite of marriage I guess (Bitter? Naaaah.), then, when I got sick of looking at it I tossed it into a rarely seen and even more rarely accessed jewelry box, where it remains to this day.
I’ll never get rid of my actual wedding rings because they’ll always be kept for very sentimental reasons. It’ll symbolize how right our relationship was, just not in the marriage format. However, the ex-from-hell… well, let’s just say that I was happy to pass it on to another Doper. Perhaps spreading some good karma around to cover the gross amount of bullshit.
Mines at th bottom of the Chesapeake Bay, being crawled over by crabs. 
Maybe you can give them to your kids when the time comes.
She offered hers to me, but I told her to keep it, I did not want it. I sold mine at the pawn shop for $11
I gave mine to a charity shop, to do with as they wanted. The charity was a local one supporting the hospice which her late mother was in before she died. Seemed appropriate somehow, although the women in the shop were surprised!
I kept it sitting on my dresser for years after my ex and I first separated. When I first started dating my current wife seriously, she told me it was creepy to keep it around… so, a few days later, I sold it for about $25.00 or so at a pawn shop with a big “We Buy Gold” sign.
My only time inside a pawn shop, ever.
I’m on my second marriage. The current ring is on my finger and there it shall remain. The one from my first? First I flattened it with a hammer. Until it was unrecognisable mush. That felt soooooo good. It now resides somewhere in Bass Strait (between Victoria and Tasmania)
I gotta share what a friend of mine did, even if I’m bending the rules. He had his wedding band melted down and made into a Prince Albert. Yeah, it was a pretty nasty divorce.
Close. The pendant is maybe an inch long, half inch wide, with the stones set in 2 vertical rows. (They didn’t use all the gold.) My daughter wears it, now that mom has died.
Slightly off the OP: I have mom’s wedding set and I’d like to have the diamond re-set. But I’m leery about dropping off a carat diamond with a jeweler. How do I know I won’t get cubic zirconia back? I wouldn’t know a real diamond from a fake.
At the time of the wedding to my first wife I weighed 165 lbs; at the time of the separation 10 years later I weighed 185. When it looked like the separation was going to become permanent I spent some time trying to get the ring off with no success. Frustrated, I went into the basement to my workbench, got the heavy duty tin snips and cut the sucker off. Twenty-two years later it’s in the bottom of my jewelry box, covered by 40-year old tie clips of equal obsolescence.
One of my coworkers had a chemistry teacher who was so upset at his divorce that he dropped his ring into a beaker of Aqua Regia, where it promptly dissolved. He still has the pink solution when last she heard.
When my first fiancée dumped me, she gave my ring back, and I kept it. When I got married, my wife used that diamond in my wedding ring. Now it’s sitting in a fancy wooden box on my dresser, with my cufflinks and tuxedo studs.
What’s a Prince Albert? 
You are not alone, but braver than I.
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Holy Consort, Batman.
I threw mine into the Atlantic Ocean. If I had to guess, I’d guess that she pawned her diamond. Not that I give a flyin’ fuck what she did with it.
I took it off and put it in a box, and eventually lost it. It wasn’t a very expensive one so not a huge loss, I think the set was about $300.
I’m not a big “jewelry person”, it’s the relationship not the ceremony and trappings that are important to me.
Also, it was an amicable divorce, only a few weeks of slight bitterness on my ex’s part, and a pretty good working parental union regarding our daughter thereafter. We even tried dating again about 16 years after our divorce.
Maybe if it had been a bad one my answer would be different. I have a feeling that if I had a ring from my former boyfriend, so far the “true love of my life” I’d want to get rid of it as quickly as possible not wanting the memories around.
Or conversely that I’d continue to wear it wanting to hang on to him as long as possible.
I pawned the first set and sold the second to a friend.