Dash #161The Proposal

There was never a formal proposal on Roland’s part. He said that he would get me a ring when he could afford one. I told him that the ring was not important and he could just buy one from a vending machine. So one day he presented me with a golden colored plastic band made of connecting hearts. It was cute but made my finger turn green. Eventually, I lost it. I felt bad for sentimental reasons. Before the end of the year, Roland had purchased a simple gold band with a small diamond. It was perfect. When I had my tubular pregnancy, I had to remove all jewelry. I was pretty out of it and had not bothered to put it back on – or maybe by that point, it needed to be adjusted. I don’t know why I had left it in my jewelry box. One of the boys had lost his keys and someone had found them and used them to break into our house. My...