I took my wedding ring into the jeweler yesterday to get it fixed since it had snapped in one place and was ready to break in another and it kept pinching my skin something fierce. Plus, according to the jeweler, apparently one of the prongs was broke off. In other words, after 18+ years, it was in bad shape. It should be done in a few days and be good as new.
But I never take it off and it's driving me crazy not to have it on my finger. I never realized just how much a part of me it's become. Which is strange because I am not a jewelry person and rarely wear jewelry of any kind, so you'd think it wouldn't be a big deal to go without a ring for a few days. But it is...I can't really explain why. I just know I'll be glad to get it back on my finger where it belongs.
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