My boots were filled with water as I stood in the creek, searching frantically for my engagement ring. As angry as I was, I knew that this action would only lead to more tirades, more anger, more stress. Was that the wake up call I needed to convince myself that this relationship had become stagnate and mired in despair? This would surely be the thing to take him over the top and dissolve this unfortunate quest for eternal togetherness.
Trust me, marriage is a priority and I thought that marriage to him would be the end all of my be all, the work of the Divinity bringing my heart to a safe keeper. However with every passing year, the passion that once intrigued me became jealous obsession; the frequent daily calls became interrogations. If you asked me why I accepted his ring in the first place, you would be waiting a long time for your answer. Maybe it was to avoid the awkward silence and mumbles that one hears after a potential fiance is rejected; to silence the “your not good enough” voices in my head.