It had been more than a year since the last time I looked at my wedding and engagement rings. Until this week.
My daughter and I lived in the marital home until my ex signed over the deed. This was the most solid decision he could make: we were in risk of foreclosure and as sole owner of the home, he would have been impacted the worst. Of course, even though this was the best decision made in bad circumstances, I was not ready financially. I had 73 days to move and so I frantically found a place to live.
Once I had all our stuff in my new home I wondered if, with money being so tight, I should sell my wedding and engagement rings. Those beautiful, delicate objects had been stuffed away in a drawer far from sight and mind. I couldn’t bear to look at them any more. I put the thought away though, realising I wasn’t ready yet to say goodbye to my rings. I figured once I become desperate, I would take the plunge.
But one evening, as I was sitting outside at a restaurant with my friend watching a couple just married taking photos, I realised it was time. There they were: a tall raven-haired bride in a long, strapless, mermaid-style evening gown and he, the groom with short dark matching hair and a tux, hugging each other and smiling for the camera.
Seven years ago, there I was: blonde bride in a strapless Cinderella-poufy gown, and he, the groom, my ex-husband, dark-haired, just like Prince Charming in his tux as we kissed and hugged. We were in the same spot this couple was on the same street, yet there they were, starting their lives as a couple - while mine was ending.