A funny thing happened on the way to the
forum new house lol.
The diamond fell out of my engagement ring somewhere between here and there or there and here. It was a tension set small diamond and in years of gardening and all kinds of hauling stuff around that had never happened even though I never took it off.
After the divorce, I moved it to my right hand. The first time it came out was when I moved here in 2018. Caught it on a door and it pinged out. I was really distraught but then found it on the floor and got it reset. And then, without my noticing, it happened again yesterday.
Yesterday was another day full of Goodness. Sunshine. Met new neighbours who seemed very nice. And a neighbour cockapoo called Maggie who will doubtless set up a ‘who’s the real diva’ competition with Gracie lol.. New landlords turned up with a bottle of fizz and a housewarming card. And the new house has a really nice feel to it. Plus a chum here hosted me for supper thinking i’d have been too busy to want to cook. All good stuff.
And then I spotted the missing diamond
What was interesting though was my reaction to it....I was lightly miffed as you would be about any missing diamond in a piece of jewellery but not distressed or distraught. It used to mean so much to me and now, without my being conscious of it, it no longer does although it is irreplaceable of course as the one chosen by my then about to be h in 2003. Isn’t that funny? I guess I have detached more than I noticed from these kinds of things and from what they used to mean to me. I will keep my eye out today in case I see it....although it really is a VERY small diamond lol....but i feel a bit hey ho about it, just another thing to fettle or not at some point when I have head space.
Onwards and upwards. Boxes to pack. Paint being delivered. Change of address stuff to do.
Just thought i’d share this though as an example to newbies that you may not always feel how you feel now. Although to be fair, i’m a shockingly slow learner, so it took me six years or so
Oh and it was my xh’s birthday on Sunday and I forgot until I realised the date yesterday
Life moves forward......
PS now isn’t that funny....I just found the diamond at the bottom of my handbag
It had obviously fallen out as I was getting paperwork and new keys in and out of my bag yesterday. What was the chance? Bizarre. Ah well, God/the universe obviously thinks it still belongs with me. I’ll tuck it away for repair when I have time
T: 18 M: 12 (at BD) No kids.
H diagnosed with severe depression Oct 15. BD May 16. OW since April 16, maybe earlier. Silent vanisher mostly.
Divorced April 18. XH married ow 6 weeks later.
"Option A is not available so I need to kick the s**t out of Option B" Sheryl Sandberg