A little tid bit bout me. B4 hubby, I was in a relationship for almost 8 years. And one day, out of the blue, he ended it. I was devestated. I never thought I would get over it. And then, I met Michael, and he opened my eyes. He showed me what it was like to really be loved. I talked to the ex a couple of times through the years. One thing he asked me, "do you still have the ring" when I answered yes, he asked me never to get rid of it. I was curious why he cared. He said, "I gave it to you because I loved you and I want you to remember that, promise me you will never get rid of it" and I promised. It was a pretty 1/2 carat solitaire. The one I had been eyeing for over a year. The one I thought I would never get. The one I had to painfully remove from my wedding finger and shove way back in the back of my drawer so I would try to forget. Well I sold it yesterday. I sold it for far less than it was worth. I thought I would be heart broken. It has been 7 years since I last wore it. When I showed it to my mother 2 weeks ago, she said it was pretty and a shame I couldn't put the diamond into something else. I lifted my hand and under the light 2 carats of bling flashed in her eyes, and she said "well that is way prettier and you got the great hubby to go with it!". I am kind of relieved to finally be able to say good bye. I have my memories, I don't need a ring shoved far in the back of my drawer to remind me, and after all, you can't put a high price tag on those.
I hope that someone puts the diamond in a nice setting and is able to wear it forever.