I told someone on this board my ring story…can’t remember who. But the very short version is that H pissed me off over something and I threw my ring at him (threw the car window) for some good crazymaking ceremony. I haven’t got a clue where my ring is today…

H’s ring hasn’t fit on his finger in a while. He never got it re-sized, so I find myself dwelling on that issue also. The ring belonged to his father, so he would never replace it…but it can’t be that hard to resize it. It is hard to remind myself that my own father didn’t wear a band for years, and he was very committed to my mother at the time he wasn’t wearing the ring.
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Part of me wonders if he is just talking all of this stuff out, and that maybe after he has talked (and talked and talked) about the same subject over and over again it can finally be laid to rest.



Maybe, but Pam you have to set some boundaries for yourself also. Let him say what he has to say, validate his feelings and statements – but I don’t think it will help if you keep agreeing with the man over your past actions. It will almost start the same cycle in reverse. He isn’t exactly Mr. Innocence…and we KNOW what happened when you continued to bring it up to him!


"It is not easy to find happiness in ourselves, and it is not possible to find it elsewhere." --Agnes Repplier, writer and historian