My Wedding Ring

Beware: this post shows how I am vain and wrapped up in immaterial things...I am aware. Yet, I don't care. I am so sad I thought I would share.

I broke a prong on my wedding ring. It took me FOREVER to get it to the jeweler. (my fault I know) But I have been without my wedding ring since like SUMMER.

I was totally anxious to get it back and wear it again. You know, I am sort of attached to that ring. I have had it for almost 20 years and all. (Here is where I make a GRAVE mistake) I let the jeweler talk me into lowering my diamond! (What on earth was I thinking? I had total reservations too!) He claimed it would be so much better of a fix and blah blah blah.

Here's what went through my mind when they showed it to me...I HATE IT! I could not even conceal these feelings. I flat out told them, UMM I don't like this. I said I would wear it to see if I could get "used" to it, but I think it looks bad. (If I was the crying type, I would have be bawling all day today...instead I am just sick...)

I am so sad. Every time I look at my hand my stomach turns. It is stubby, and ridiculous looking. I absolutely detest this thing. My pretty ring is GONE! I am left with this incredibly yucky thing on my hand.

Now, if I want to get "my ring" back, it has to have "Major Surgery". UGGG!