
So if I tell you that Susan thinks the particular wedding ring that I wear is an important choice and I don’t, you’d probably not be at all surprised. Maybe you’d roll your eyes too, or mumble something about typical men, or me in particular.
It’s really not that simple, though, since I actually think her particular wedding ring is important. There’s two parts to that. One, there’s the fact that one of the rings on her finger was passed down through my family. While I never met Gladys, she’s from the side of the family where I did know my grandparents. So it’s a nice connection. It doesn’t hurt that it kept me from putting money into the diamond industry, a racket I find distasteful on a number of levels.
Until we bought the other two rings, of course.
However I’m okay with that too, and it’s the other reason I think her ring is important: it’s important to Susan. She likes the way they look and she’s the only person attached to her finger 24/7.
For my finger, however, the specific ring just isn’t that important to me, and it honestly hadn’t occurred to me that it might matter to her. I had been - surprise - pretty blase about my ring shopping and had looked at some things in the store and online, and when we were looking at one of the more odd rings Susan questioned whether I’d want to wear that forever. I shrugged and said when I tired of it I’d order a new one.
I’ve never kicked a puppy, so I can’t be sure, but I am pretty sure that’s the same look Susan would give me if I ever did. In her eyes there’s only going to be one ring we use on May 2nd, and if I replace it that’s just not the same.
My ring, to me, is just something I put on my finger. If it had ever been a part of Susan’s life before then that might be different, but what we’re going with is the ring pictured above, mail ordered from Overstock.com. There’s some amusement value for me that it’s tungsten, which has an atomic symbol that happens to be my initial, W, but it’s still just a thing.
Until it’s on my finger. Once it’s there, it’s a symbol of the commitment I’ve made to Susan. It’s a reminder of the life we had before we met, the life we had once we did, and our decision that we liked our life better together. Its a reminder of the day we invited a bunch of people we cared about to watch us make that commitment legal, then celebrate with us immediately afterwards. A reminder of her, and that I’m important to her. If I took that ring off and put a different one on it would have the same meaning for me.
So I’ll do my best to wear the one above, which we’ll use on May 2nd, for as forever as I can manage.
Because how much better a compromise could you ask for than to get everything that matters to me and add on something that matters to her?