Ring a Ding, Ding!

A funny thing happened today…

I awoke to find the ring finger on my right hand blistered and crusty, the same finger I’ve worn a single 18ct gold band for over 15 years, not once giving me an ounce of grief!

You see this ring is very special to me, it was once my grandmother’s wedding ring, who passed  it on to my mum who then passed it on to me.

Not once has it ever left my person, so naturally I placed it on the only other finger it would fit, my left ring finger, you know the one you leave bare for when your married.

My ring finger didn’t take kindly to my pseudo wedding band taking up residence, and broke out in very hostile rash.

Now I know it could have been some bacterial crap caught under the band making my skin react to it but I took it as a sign my body was rejecting my ring, a symbol of past commitment and matrimony.

It was only a couple of days ago one of my besties pulled me up on my band wondering why I would wear such a thing.

It hasn’t been the first time someone has quizzed me about my choice in jewellery, with some even assuming I was  married.

I discusses my theories with my mum and asked her why now? why would I have such a reaction to a ring I’ve worn over half my life?

She blamed it on my ovaries, told me it was probably my body’s way of telling me to find a partner and think about settling down. She even went as far as calling it a “cock block” and said maybe its a good thing I wont be wearing it for a while.

My finger has been bare for almost 24 hours and I feel a piece of me is missing, but if my mum and friends are right maybe, the time has come part ways with my ring and make room for something much more special to come my way.