Today was sort of a bittersweet day. About 9 years ago the diamond ring that my MIL gave me after I cared for her with her initial bout with cancer was stolen. Insurance only paid $1,000 because somehow when we moved and changed policies around the ring rider was dropped.
About 2 years ago I asked H could I replace the ring, same setting, only with a Moissanite stone. I ordered the seting and the stone. Spent $1,500. (The ring with real diamond would have been $6,000) then the jeweler said he couldn't set it, wrong size stone, blah, blah, blah) I studied a bit of that in college, and thought he was being silly.
And not long after that my happy marriage went on the rocks. I put away the setting and stone, not really worried about it. Recently my S22 got an aprenticeship with a jeweler. I sent in the setting and the stone and my suggestion as to how to make it work.
Today my son brought in the ring, very beautiful, set perfectly. My H had this huge smirk on his face. My son and I had already discussed this. I have lost so much weight that the ring is way too big. It fits perfectly on my middle finger, though. I said not to size it, I would wear it there.
I figured at this point, what is the sense of getting a ring made for my ring finger of my left hand? To me it would seem like persuing him. My son left the room, and I kept the ring on my middle finger. I am just happy to have back a reminder of my MIL.
Shortly after H said he was tired and went to his bedroom. He did look tired.
I would have liked it better if my son had not brought the ring in so dramatically. But he had just got off work, he was proud to show it off, and he had just got paid, and was excited about that. (They gave him cash, somehow that was more fun than a paycheck.)
Me 57 XH 58 Sons age 32 & 27 M:32 D final 9/12 Bought 10 Acres and Living the Dream!
