Running out of time.

[ClingingToHope]

My W's wedding ring belonged to my grandmother. In fact, if it wasn't for that damn ring I might not have gotten married. I was making all of $8 an hour when I was dating W. She was making $32,000 a year, but back then she didn't care about money, only me.... Sigh ... Reverie moment.

Anyway, my mom loved W and wanted me to marry her. She asked what I was waiting for. I told her I couldn't even afford a wedding ring at what I was making.

She told me I could have grandmother's ring. It's a beauty. A $4,000 job.

That really was the first time marriage entered into my thinking.

Anyway, a month later, on Valentine's Day for Christ's sake, I asked her and she said yes. Great, great, great night. Did I mention it was a great night.

Anyway. Three weeks ago when we had our sitdown to try to work out an amicable agreement, I asked her for the ring back because it was a family heirloom. I thought she might try to negotiate with it. She simply said yes, I was going to bring it today, but I forgot.

So yes, I'd ask. Typically rings are considered gifts, but W is acting as if she's so turned the page, she has no sentimental attachment to anything. She'd rather erase everything.

So in a perverse way, it hurt like hell that it was so easy.