Two years ago, I had my ring redesigned and a meltdown in the store.
Last year, I lost a stone from the old wedding band and had a slight meltdown.
This year, at least my meltdown was when I was alone.
I went to get my ring inspected.
The stone from the engagement ring part was loose. It was twisting in the setting.
I cannot imagine losing that!
So they had to take it away from me.
Only for a day but...
Then I turned around.
Wait, she was here four years ago.
The November I received my ring.
She is the one who helped Roger and me find the perfect diamond.
She was sweet and non-pressuring.
Does she recognize me?
Did she hear about the redesign and meltdown?
Does she just think I am a divorcee?
On my drive home, I looked down at my hand and noticed I now have a ring tan.On my right hand. Not my left.
I did not cry in the store this time.
I cried in my car.
Roger, I miss you.