Imagine when somebody is not the only one for a partner any more (when the partner has got unfaithful, betrayed, sold out, left, been gone), and (s)he paradoxically becomes the only one for him- or herself. It is a chance to look into the well of own life to see whether there is water there or not, to become grown up. But instead (s)he starts broadcasting around his or her sufferings attracting attention. And here mums and nannies come running comforting, advising, smearing the snots with their skirts. Growing up is delayed indefinitely.