Perhaps an inlsult is like a stone hitting our face, rejection otherwise is the same feeling of those which were branded with a hot iron rod.
Rejection, any rejection, is the psychological expurgation done to anyone which don't expect a brutal burst of honesty just a word of encouragement.
Love's rejection is the ultimate castration.

One day, suddenly,
on his daily return,
he opened the front door
to an empty house
full of empty spaces,
full of empty rooms,
void of laughters
but full of shadows,
all that it was left
after the "sun".

Silence told him
everyone was gone,
tiptoing out of his life
like burglars do,
without a noise
and without a word,
just a white envelope
containing a letter,
which he knew would say
Dear John...

He wasn't to feel guilty,
"it" wasn't his fault,
she just realized that...
"she felt out of love,"
taking the children
he must understand
could be not
something a mother
will let to chances...
so, "here we're gone."

"You will get the papers
for a speedy divorce,
so I can marry again,
to you best friend, you know;
your children will be needing
a man inside the house,
one which I can give
all my, again, undying love,
so sen the papers back,
with your signature, Dear John"