Friday, 20 July 2007

For The Man Who Has Everything...

...except a wife, any more.










When the divorce proceedings are finally done, the lawyers paid, the proceeds divided, one can build a little shrine for the ring.

My ring is still in a velvet pouch in my desk drawer. I thought of flinging it into the Thames, but never quite found the heart to.

As for selling it, that's too cold entirely.

4 comments:

OHara said...

Are you trying to make me cry?

Chertiozhnik said...

No, just me. Which I did, a bit.

But not very much.

OHara said...

I hear it's therapeutic.
If you can afford the luxury of real tears.
(Crocodile tears - well - they are ten a penny).

Personally - internal seething comes easier. I'm surprised I haven't boiled my organs by now.

Chertiozhnik said...

I broke up the marital bed with a sledgehammer, which turned out not to be therapeutic at all. Surprisingly.

I like seething too.