SO, with my marriage slowly rolling to the jagged end of a cliff, I took my wedding ring off. I had'nt planned on it because I don't want to get hit on, but, he said he was taking his off once we returned to Deutschland, so I did too. Of course, his mind has changed and it's been this daily nagging about, "When are you going to put your ring back on?" Well figure it out genius, I'm not!
I had my four thousand dollar shackle in a box on a bookshelf. Not because it didn't mean anything to me, but because it did. I'm weird like that. I always figure if someone is going to break into your home, they're going straight for your jewelry box and the electronics. So I don't keep my most valuable jewelry there, it's spread out around the house in little nooks and crannies.
One day, it got beyond bad and I figured my daughter and I would be on a plane home in the next couple of weeks. In passing, and because I wanted to hurt him for trying to get rid of us, I told him I was going to sell my ring so I would have money to get a new place to live. First and last months rent, not to mention utility deposits..... He freaked of course. He backed off, and we're still here.
The other day in counseling he asked me to start wearing it again, understanding that it wasn't a promise that I would stay. I agreed, because, once again, I don't want to get hit on. (Wow, it just struck me how vain I sound.) He then told me he would have to "get it for me". What? What the hell does that mean? Where is it?
He took it and hid it in his room downstairs.
YES. HE STOLE MY FUCKING PROPERTY. Then got upset because I was so pissed. He said it didn't matter to me because it was just thrown in a box. (Read my above paranoia about thieves.) When I told him it was MY ring, he said that I could finish paying off the credit card bill for it. Wasn't that nice? Isn't he a fucking prince?
My first reaction is to insure the damn thing and send it to my mother, but I think it's safer on my hand right now.
Oh, I can't wait for this to all be over.