Those rings came with a promise. Actually, those rings came with many promises.
On our wedding day, the day that DearSweetDave gave me those rings, I know that I have never been happier. My heart was truly bursting with a joy that I had never felt before. It was as if it was beating outside of my chest for all of our friends and family to witness. I could barely contain my joy, my love, my happiness to be DearSweetDave's wife. A word that had frightened me before, but with him, no longer felt scary. It felt exactly right, it felt true.
I believed that my heart and soul had come home. That my heart was truly safe. That DearSweetDave was going to cherish me and love me forever times infinity and more.
However, some promises as we know, can be broken.
And forever times infinity can be a lovely idea on paper, but in reality, when one husband isn't truly committed or decides that perhaps his wife is just not compatible, well, then it all becomes rather tragic and the rings, the rings that were exchanged and that represented a future together, that held all your hopes and all your dreams and all the promises, the rings become something sinister and awful instead.
Last night I returned the rings to DearSweetDave.
I told him that I must release him. And I asked him to please release me, in return.
And it hurt me and shattered my heart more than anything I have ever endured before in this lifetime.
This is truly, absolutely, the end.
