My wedding ring broke on Friday.
Over the years, my ring has gotten pretty beat up. It's never round and the finish is all worn off. Once, I lost one of the diamond chips at a construction site.
It finally wore so thin that it just gave out.
At a wedding, they almost always mention the significance of the rings. They are a symbol...and a metaphor, I guess. Not so much of our love, but of our marriage. My ring went everywhere I went. It weathered nasty working conditions and was along for the ride on plenty of fun times as I travelled all over the country and even other parts of the world. The ring has been a partner to me through all these things.
I'm not delusional. I know the difference between my wife and my wedding ring. I'm just saying that, over the years, that ring has gone through a lot, but it's always been with me. Our marriage has been through a lot, too. But, unlike my ring, instead of wearing thin and approaching the point of giving out...we're getting stronger and even more tightly bound together.
I like my ring. I need to get it fixed.