Well I thought I would continue from the Facebook updates and come clean about something else that had me stressed, my engagement ring.
Most people who know me are probably wondering, “What engagement ring?” I totally understand that question since I haven’t worn a ring in 3.5 years.
Back in Verona, Italy, at a wedding in fact, I smashed my solitaire. Yup. That was awesome. I did find irony that it happened at a wedding.
I was moving a futon and underestimated the pace it would slide across the floor and then smash my hand between it and a concrete wall. Oh the sounds and the loss of blood flow to my, well everywhere, as it dawned on me what just occured.
Into a little tiny plastic ziplock bag it went- and stayed for 3.5 years.
I figured it would be best to wait until we returned to the states, it is not easy to turn over your ring to a stranger. Even harder to do it in a foreign country. So last week I finally did; I gave it to someone to fix the prongs.
I turned in a loose prong and received twisted, uneven, four leaning prongs with tool marks EVERYWHERE. Add insult to injury, I paid for it. I am tired, I have no fight left. I am a street dog being kicked.
This was bad enough but upon a closer look a day later I thought they switched my diamond out.
I have been literally sick to my stomach ever since. There was a “bump” (like my technical terminology?) and what looked like a crack on my “diamond.” Now I am wondering if they switched it out and I am now sporting a cubic zirconia. In full disclosure, I even tried scratching a mirror with it. Only a diamond would do that right? Maybe I watch too much T.V.- don’t answer that.
How am I going to tell my husband? I waited over three years to not have this happen and it is happening!
To say this made me edgy might be an understatement. Every time I looked at my ring I got snippy.
I finally had the guts and time to run over to my jeweler where I bought my ring. I took my certificate and had them authenticate if it was my diamond or not. Either way, at least I would know and I could move forward. Filing a report with our insurance and police would be cake walk, I would have to tell my husband!
Well, so we are told a diamond is the hardest substance on earth… except apparently when you smash one between a futon and a cement wall. So praise God it is my diamond except now a flawed diamond due to my incident. Even though it has a flaw now, the fact that my faith in humanity has been restored is more important. As for the tool marks and the jacked up prongs… the manager took me personally over to a guy she knows to fix it for me since they could not do it in time before my flight.
Now my ring is as it should be and my stomach doesn’t have knots anymore. Minus what could be a pairing of a bad joke, “a ring, a cement wall, and a futon walk into a hotel together…”
Even though the media propagates humanity has lost its mind, my continued belief is that there are wonderful amazing people out there.
I am blessed.