I always wanted to make the decision as to taking of my ring from a place of peace.
On the day it was confirmed to me H was having an affair, my ring finger started to burn. My body was in shock so I ignored the feeling. But it kept burning and burning so 24 hours later in a fit of crying, I ripped my ring off. I looked at my finger, and it was, in fact blistered and red. I then realised I had been cleaning out the oven when I found out, and some of the oven cleaner must have gotten under my ring and stayed there for 24 hours. To cap it off, the following day, my ring finger got a very bad case of sunburn, so became even worse. It was weeks before I could have put my ring back on, H was walking out the door at that stage so I did not put my ring back on.
12 months later, my ring finger is permanently scarred with a red band where my wedding ring should be. I hope there is some evil little gnome laughing somewhere for giving me such a visible reminder of that day, and at least he got a chuckle out of it, sometimes the universe is a little cruel!