Noticed something when H returned home last night.
He first came home right after work to change into his soccer uniform. Unfortunately since I was sick, I didn't go.
Anyway, he called me up after his game was over and said he was going to have some beers with the guys if I was alright with that. I said of course, have a good time!
He got home around 10pm or so, then we proceeded to get ready for bed. I was in the bathroom brushing my teeth when H came up from behind, put his arms around me, and gave me a hug and a kiss on my neck. I gave him a smile, then looked down at his hands and saw that he had his wedding band on !
H has been home for nearly a month now, and we haven't had any discussions about whether or not to start wearing our rings again and/or how we felt about it.
I was very surprised to see that he had it on, and actually a bit happy about it.
Well, I didn't bring up what I noticed to H's attention. We just went to bed. This morning, I pulled out my wedding ring from where it's been kept for the last few years and just looked at it for a while.
I used to love that ring and everything it represented. But looking at it now, I still like it, but I feel it represents a time I do not want to go back to. A lot of pain I would soon rather forget.
Getting over a painful experience is much like crossing monkey bars. You have to let go at some point in order to move forward. ~ Joseph Campbell
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