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| Checking out my wedding ring January 8, 1977 Brea, California |
. . . made me angry every time I looked at it. It wasn't the ring I wanted. I wanted a four prong tiffany solitaire engagement ring, and a simple gold band wedding ring.
Wearing that ring sometimes made me feel trapped. He stopped wearing his wedding ring, but insisted that I wear mine. After our divorce, I discovered that some I knew also knew him, and had known him for several years. She had not even known he was married and, in fact, knew several women who had wanted to date him.
Wearing that ring sometimes made the skin under the ring itch.
Wearing that ring often ruined my pantyhose.
After the inevitable divorce I made the ring into a necklace. After a few years, I took the necklace to a hock shop because I needed money. I was told the diamond was of very low quality, and I was given only $90 for it. Knowing of what cheap quality the ring was made me angrier than wearing a ring I didn't like. Writing about this now, makes me angry.
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