PROMPT: Write about a piece of jewelry you own. Where did it come from? When do you wear it?
Sadly the piece of jewelry I own I don’t wear anymore.
I’ve never really been one for jewelry in the first place. I wore the occasional necklace and I got the obligatory ear piercings when I was 14 but I quickly found my body rejected metal. It simple wouldn’t tolerate it. The feel of it, the hardness of it, the violation of it. It irritates my skin, especially earrings. My class ring I got in yellow gold before I found out I was allergic to yellow gold.
Yeah that was a hefty $120 down the drain.
But today I’m going to talk about my engagement ring. It’s broken now. It broke on Mother’s day about 7 years ago, which I just found ironic and appropriate. It was a nice ring, not something I suspected I would like, but I did. The stone in the middle was sapphire (I hated everything blue at the time) which is my husband’s birthstone. There were two smaller diamonds on either side of the sapphire (I vehemently hated diamonds) and two little metal hearts on either side of those that blended into the band seamlessly. It was white gold, something my skin could passibly tolerate.
I looked at a similar ring with a pidgeon’s blood ruby in it (my birth stone) and I liked it took but I kept coming back to the damn sapphire. It fit perfect when I tried it on. It was $250. Eh. At least now I knew right? The experience was thrilling, walking up to a case of brightly lit sparklies and actually trying some on. I encourage every woman to try it, even if you don’t buy anything. It’s a special kind of feeling.
I moved on from it though, buying other things more important.
Little did I know that ring would become my circle of doom one blustery January when my boyfriend decided to propose. In the cold. On my college campus. When I was already late to class, unprepared for it and unwilling.
I suppose he wanted it to be romantic but it really wasn’t. He was charmingly clumsy though. He forced me to sit on a bench in the freezing cold and tugged the ring out from a ribbon around his neck (a move he stole from me that I pulled on our one year dating anniversary).
“What is THAT?” I said, my voice rising in alarm.
“I think you know.” he replied.
“A promise ring?”
I could almost hear the pleading in my voice.
I said “Oh my god” about 12 times, trying to think of something to say. But what do all young people caught up in the moment say?
Yes. Of course. Because I was never a girl to say no and hurt someone’s feelings, even at the expense of my own.
And almost 11 years later… I’d like to say we’re still going strong but it’s more like slogging through a rut, just trying to make it through to whatever end is there. The engagement ring broke on mother’s day and my wedding ring I stopped wearing altogether because I use my hands too much. Crud and food and baby spit up got caught in and around the engravings on the ring so I just stopped wearing it. My husband had to stop wearing his too because he couldn’t wear it at his job, working with resistance welders and fusion welders. So now we’re two people who don’t wear wedding rings.
Funny how symbolic NOT wearing symbols of union can be. Although my husband would have a different opinion I’m sure.