It is supposed to be the ring I wear forever. But I just can’t.
Before I even start, I just want to make sure I am clear on this. I love my fiance. I want to spend the rest of my life with him.
And I know an engagement ring in no way defines the love we have for each other.
I hate it. There I said it. I hate it.
When he proposed he went to so much effort to make it perfect. He did the whole picnic on a park overlooking the ocean. He popped the champagne. Handed me the glass. And then got down on one knee.
I said “yes” before he even finished proposing. Before he opened the tiny little box. But that’s irrelevant. I still would’ve said “yes” even if I saw the ring before.
But the problem is, I now have to wear the ring. And sure, everyone is being super nice about it. Saying that it is lovely when they see it.
But I know they don’t think it is lovely. I don’t think it is lovely.
It is completely wrong.
It is a rectangle diamond (who likes rectangle diamonds?) on a thick yellow gold band (do people still even wear yellow gold anymore?) with these black, teeny-tiny stones embedded in the yellow-gold band (only halfway around).
Yes, I know I am sounding like a spoiled little brat right now. But I'm not unhappy with the size of the diamond. I don't care about that or how much it cost. I care about whether it is my style. My taste.