Today, after 3 months, exactly I finally took off my wedding ring. I don't know why I kept it on all this summer with everthing I was going through.. but it was just so hard to take it off.
I cried.. I cried for what we had, for what we could have had.. and how it was all gone. I cried for the good times, because there were good times. I cried for the young couple we were that believed ( well, I believed) we'd be happy together, forever.
It was a plain gold band. It once had a meaning. It doesn't anymore.
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Just a tiny corner where I can be as quiet or loud as I feel like.
5 comments:
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That's a big step Maggie.Right on!! One step at a time!
Hawk it and use the cash to come worthmeet me. I'll show you such a good time, you will forget you were ever married in the first place. ;-)
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