The Day I Forgot To Wear My Wedding Ring
I didn’t wear my ring today. I couldn’t believe it at first because I never leave home without it, but there was my bare finger as the bold evidence. It felt wrong, almost taboo to not carry around the symbol of the love and devotion he and I live every day.
But then I wondered, would anyone notice? Would a man who would ordinarily not pay me any mind pay me a compliment? Like those old days of catcalls and DMs and hookups. Could I still get someone now, theoretically of course? Did I still have it ‘going on’? How much have I let myself go without meaning to but have, as we all do in the safety within that wedding band?
For fatter or worse right?
I began to wonder what I gave up when I got married, wondered what type of day I would’ve had if I wasn’t in this commitment. I remember how it was before. I had the bed to myself, quiet time, and could arrange my decor as I pleased. I traveled when I wanted, hotel beds and my bed at home at times were revolving doors of excitement and pleasure.
I felt a kind of freedom for a moment, mulling over the possibilities of bringing into the present what used to be. But that feeling slowly faded as I remembered how…
