The unthinkable has happened. My husband is no longer wearing his wedding ring.
No, he’s not about to trade me in for a newer model. His ring simply became too tight. I have been telling him for ages it needed to be cut off but he kept resisting and insisting it was okay, even though to me it looked like to was cutting his finger in two. But yesterday reality struck home. His finger got so sore that the ring needed to be removed.
Of course my husband thought it was just one more thing a handyman ought to be able to do himself. The prospect concerned me, but sometimes even the best of husbands feel the need to go ahead and do their own thing. Eventually he had to admit defeat. So it was off to the jewelers to get the ring cut off.
I felt saddened. I know it’s only a ring, but it’s a symbol of our love and it’s been there such a long time. Like mine it has never even off his finger since it was put on there over 40 years ago.
Of course his ring, like mine, was engraved inside and the jeweler couldn’t see to know where the engraving was. So he just had to start cutting us and hope for the best. I went one better and prayed for the best. Because it was a thick ring, plain gold exactly the same as mine, it took a while and generated a lot of interest from other customers.
Eventually the jeweler broke though and the ring came off. Showing the true spirit of Christmas the jeweler didn’t even charge us for doing it.
The wedding ring is now safely tucked away in my purse till the swelling, which at present is red and angry looking goes down. The jeweler thinks it will be at least a couple of months.
But there’s still no way Mick doesn’t look married. The imprint of that ring that has been there so long is still firmly there on his finger but also in his heart and whole attitude.
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