At some point, you have to accept that you can't navigate someone else's heart. At some point, you have to accept that you can't make someone love you. (You know, like that really cheesy Bonney Rait song?) But it is true. I emphasize at some point because I cannot articulate at what point that will happen for me. All I know is that my heart is regretfully beginning to marginally, minimally, hesitantly accept that he is not coming home.
I have decided to take off my wedding rings. Not only have I removed my wedding rings, I have posted them on kijiji for sale. Would I actually sell them? Um, not likely. But I felt the need today to do something proactive - something monumentally definitive of a person who is moving on. Mind you, I've opened and closed the silver bell-shaped box for a sneak peak a million times and I keep examining my ring finger to see if the slight indentation left by my comittment is resurfacing yet...but I still would like to think it's progress of some sort.
I have decided to take off my wedding rings. Not only have I removed my wedding rings, I have posted them on kijiji for sale. Would I actually sell them? Um, not likely. But I felt the need today to do something proactive - something monumentally definitive of a person who is moving on. Mind you, I've opened and closed the silver bell-shaped box for a sneak peak a million times and I keep examining my ring finger to see if the slight indentation left by my comittment is resurfacing yet...but I still would like to think it's progress of some sort.
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