...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.
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Are you trying to make me cry?
No, just me. Which I did, a bit.
But not very much.
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.
I broke up the marital bed with a sledgehammer, which turned out not to be therapeutic at all. Surprisingly.
I like seething too.
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