Thursday, June 17, 2010

The Ring


Jun 17, 2010

She wasn't sure what bothered her more about her evening. Was it the fact that her soon to be ex shared with her that his mother was enthusiastically looking for new apartments for him, or the fact that the "dissection" of jewels from her engagement ring was a topic of discussion? His mother required back the center stone and her mother claimed the flanking sapphires. How quickly the true architecture of each of their intentions had been made clear and she realized for the first time, that she owed nobody a return on their investment. She certainly had none for the nine years of her own life and all the financial investment she'd made in a man who turned out to not have any true gaining interest.

The ring was constructed using a pretty enough 1 carat emerald cut center from his mother, and like her monstrous wedding show, was an affectation the bride never wanted but graciously accepted under his family pressure. At the time, he couldn't afford to buy her a ring, and instead a family stone was scored. She spent more on his engagement watch after realizing he was jealous of her newly manufactured bling. She had thought long and hard about the piece she would design, and like so many things - he left it up to her. It was a beautiful art deco ring that begged to celebrate, but had required ball bearings inside to steady. Now, as she looked across the table in his dispassionate eyes and imagined his vapid mother clicking gleefully away on apartment searches while her own glared angrily into a chardonnay glass of regret, she realized that the jewel was hers alone and did not have to be returned to anyone who wanted to retrieve it's significance.

So instead, she chose to place it in a safety deposit box - far from his likely to take it when he dropped by with the best of intentions - for future consideration. She knew that eventually, it could become a gorgeous pendant that she would wear on a day that celebrated all she would achieve. The stones of her five year marriage would forever cobble the path of her long life, and she did not need to return her journey.

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