No No NOOOOOOOO. Not the ring, anything but the ring.

I was just sitting down to read some of your blogs and leaned my face on my hand to hold up my head...

And ouch, I got poked. I looked at my wedding ring on that hand and NOOOOOOOO!!!!!! It is broken.
Two diamonds are missing and I am totally panicked. I start looking around for the missing diamonds. Nothing. Not even in the can of cashews I am munching on.

I run around checking the floor, my pockets, I have no idea how it happened and even less of an idea where it the two lost diamonds could be.


I call hubby,

Honey....
Yeah
My wedding ring broke and two diamonds are missing.
Oh no what happened
I don't know I leaned on my hand and my ring stabbed me in the face.
Well look for the diamonds
I am (tears now)
Where have you been what have you been doing(I hear the panic in his voice, he knows that ring keeps me with him forever, and now it is destroyed)
After some time we hung up and I continued the search.

I went to my mini van and looked in each car seat. That is when I see it, mingled with the old pieces of baby meals eaten in the car, mixed in with broken graham crackers, a lone diamond. I pick it up, it has a chip in it. I look and look for the main diamond, the biggest one. Nothing.

So I must have broken the bar that held the rings in when I as undoing or buckling in a child.

Ooohh, What will I do. My marriage is over. NO, NO, NO!!!!!!

I wish we were rich and on his way home my hubby would pick up a new even better ring and when he gets home he gets on one knee and asks me to be his wife again. Oh if only we were infinitely wealthy, then that dream might have a chance at coming true. As is stands now, I will be a single mother of 5 soon enough.

I do love him and he does love me but that ring was really keeping us together. With the destruction of the ring we have not hope.