A few weeks ago the husband found my video camera in a bag of clothes. This confused me. I distinctly remembered packing it with my rings before losing them all in the move. Anyway, I was glad to have it back.
This morning I was looking through a bag of knitting stuff that was under a coffee table, crammed into a corner and almost inaccessible, and I found a little cosmetics bag. I opened the bag and there were two ring boxes. One containing my engagement ring and my white opal ring and the other box contained my mother's engagement and wedding ring from my biological father. The significance of the find almost knocked me off my feet. Relief flooded through me and I cried for a bit and was teary for about an hour afterwards. I took the rings into the kitchen to show the husband. He was overjoyed. The loss of the engagement ring has been a sore point and the cause of considerable anguish for some time. The husband has used it as his right hook to finish me off during arguments. He took it as a personal insult that I had taken the ring off at all - I was merely trying to protect it. We had run out of boxes and bags to unpack and the ring had not appeared. We had both started to come to terms with the fact that the ring was lost. I was considering trying to find another (how do you replicate a custom made ring with a unique black opal?) and the husband was considering buying me a replacement. I guess we both had to let go before the rings could come back to me. Fucking life lessons. Praise be to the gods – many thanks.
This morning I was looking through a bag of knitting stuff that was under a coffee table, crammed into a corner and almost inaccessible, and I found a little cosmetics bag. I opened the bag and there were two ring boxes. One containing my engagement ring and my white opal ring and the other box contained my mother's engagement and wedding ring from my biological father. The significance of the find almost knocked me off my feet. Relief flooded through me and I cried for a bit and was teary for about an hour afterwards. I took the rings into the kitchen to show the husband. He was overjoyed. The loss of the engagement ring has been a sore point and the cause of considerable anguish for some time. The husband has used it as his right hook to finish me off during arguments. He took it as a personal insult that I had taken the ring off at all - I was merely trying to protect it. We had run out of boxes and bags to unpack and the ring had not appeared. We had both started to come to terms with the fact that the ring was lost. I was considering trying to find another (how do you replicate a custom made ring with a unique black opal?) and the husband was considering buying me a replacement. I guess we both had to let go before the rings could come back to me. Fucking life lessons. Praise be to the gods – many thanks.
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