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.


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.