I had a whole, elaborate blog post in my mind, but I'm about to take off for a grownup sleepover, so I'm going to make this quick:
I bought my own damn ring for my own damn hand with my own damn money.
That's right. No more engagement ring. I bought my own Tiffany ring for my right hand middle finger. It's to remind myself I don't need the fairy tale marriage to make myself happy. To make myself "fit" into this world.
I'm done wearing a mask to do what is right, to do what society expects.
I'm wearing a ring on my middle finger to remind myself that I gave him the wrong one and that I let society tell me that chasing and hoping for marriage was something I should want.
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