The Ring
Earlier this week I came across an old gold-plated watch Robert gave me in the 80's. It was a fashion watch made by Gucci which at the time I thought was so sleek. Feeling a whiff of nostalgia I thought I might wear it again. I put it on but then observed that it clashed with my platinum wedding ring so I dug out my old gold wedding ring, the one I had designed around my grandmother's barely-one-carat diamond. I slipped it on and studied it for a moment. How special that this diamond belonged to my beloved grandmother. How sufficient it looks on my hand after all. Why did I want something else to replace it? I then begin examining my platinum ring with its two-carat stone that Robert gave me for our 25th because I decided I deserved a bigger diamond after all these years because he didn't have a ring to give me when we married (my mother stepped in with her old ring and then later gave me her mother's as well) and so he coughed u...
