I typed this out awhile back, but the day after H told me about A, my big stone fell out of my ring. I was just sitting at work and out it fell. Ironic much? H saw it on the desk and took it in for me without me asking. I picked it up by myself a week after he told me it was ready. I wanted to play the 'is she going to wear her ring' game, I really did. But on the way home, I decided that I am going to be as honest as I can during this time.
Don't think a part of me didn't want to say: Hey, H, while you drop my ring off at the jeweler to be repaired, drop yourself off too, see what they can do to fix you.
