The Ring Bearer, Part II
The Ring Bearer, Part II
I didn't plan to write a Part II to "The Ring Bearer," but then I didn't intend to forget to wear my wedding ring earlier this week. Just like that, the potential freedom I had imagined a ringless finger would bring was upon me.
I had imagined it would feel like a weight off my shoulders. Without the little thing screaming "Taken!" I thought I might get the attention of a young man when ordering drinks at a bar, or at least a smile when in line for coffee at Starbucks. It would be fun!
But it was not so on Tuesday. It was a busy day-no time for a Starbucks run or drinks after work.
But people at the office noticed. My boss looked from my finger to my paling face and said he had been meaning to have Rob and me over to his new place. He was fishing. And he wasn't the only one.
I could have explained "Silly me, I took my ring off to shower and just forgot it." But did I really just forget it? Probably not. Probably my subconscious was impatient for the lifted weight and chance to flirt.
Well, sorry, subconscious. It just didn't pan out. In fact, the thought of giving any explanation at all made me realize just what a pain this is all going to be when the only explanation I'll have is "we're breaking up." I blush and cry easily when I have to talk about something emotional. Far from freedom, this ringless-finger thing might just be a nightmare.
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