5 months
since my divorce … and I’m still wearing my engagement ring.
The wedding band’s
long ago been chucked to some long forgotten drawer. That happened almost two
years back when we first separated and honestly I don’t know where it is. About
the same time, I moved my engagement ring to my right hand and it’s stayed
there. All well and good …
BUT … we’ve
been divorced for 5 months and … It’s. Still. There.
And lately
I’ve been wondering about that.
Here’s what
started all the wondering. A couple of weeks back I got sucked into having a
smokey eye done at one of those pop-up makeup kiosks in Cavendish Square. My
cheeky makeup artist when surveying her handiwork at the end of my makeover
said, ‘baby, hubby gonna luuuurve you tonight!’. Straightaway I said ‘I’m not
married, I’m divorced’.
To which my
paragon of wisdom, planting her talons on her skinny-ass hips says, “why you
still wearing his ring hmm?!” and I sputtered out something along the lines of
‘cos I can, it’s mine and I still think its really pretty.’ Well she fixed me
with an eye something awful and pursing her nude glossed lips said “long’s you
wearing dat ring baby, you pushin all dem good men away.” And … well … I couldn’t
think of a single comeback, so I just laughed it off and quickly got us onto a
safer topic.
But see I am still wearing the ring. And for the
life of me… I don’t really know why. Do I want him back? No. Do I still love
him? No. If there was a chance in hell at a reunion, would I still want to be
married to him? Heck no.
… so what’s
the holdup?
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