Last Monday, May 20, 2 days before our anniversary...I lost my wedding ring. I changed at work to go to the gym, put my ring and other jewelry in my purse, and put my purse in the truck. I went to the gym, McDonalds, the police department, Kohl's, Thornton's, then home. My bags stayed in my truck the entire time. I got home and put my bags on the ottoman. The next day, I got ready to go, went to put my ring on...and it was no longer in my bag. My other jewelry was there... my ring was not.
I've searched at work, my truck, the house, the basement....it's no where.
And I'm devastated.
If it ever stops raining, we plan to remove the seats from my truck to see if it somewhere we can't see.
My heart feels that it's gone for ever.
We filed a police report on Tuesday, just in case. I just don't understand how it fell out. I even put a different ring and tipped my purse upside down (which it never was) and nothing fell out. I don't get it.
I'm at a loss.
My ring consisted of my promise ring, engagement ring and wedding band, bonded together. There is no recreating that. I've had my promise ring for 8 1/2 years. My engagement ring, 5 years, 3 months...B proposed to me in our bedroom after we closed on the house.
I feel so...lost. I feel lost. I don't feel like myself and I don't feel right. Sure, I was unable to wear it halfway though my pregnancy because my fingers swelled so bad, but I was still able to touch it. I knew where it was. I could still try to put it on my finger, even though it wouldn't pass my knuckle. I jammed it back on after I had C, even though it barely fit and it gave my finger muffin top around it.
I didn't care. I'm proud of that ring. It is everything I ever wanted.
And now it's gone.
Probably forever.
