One evening in early January, Matthew turned to me with a dejected look and announced that his wedding ring was likely gone for good, either stolen from his desk at work (less likely) or permanently lost after falling out of/off of his key ring, wallet, pocket, or one of the other places he stashed it when it felt uncomfortable on his finger.
My reaction? Eh [insert shoulder shrug here].
A few years ago, after insisting that I did not want an engagement ring in any way, shape, or form, we turned to debating wedding rings. To have or not to have?Continue reading “Found! Or the upside of being shat upon.”