Who deserves the rings
If you don’t count everything that I have in my storage unit (which is almost everything), then I just now unpacked the last box from my move. Everything that I am keeping out to live with is now out and put away for the purpose of getting on with my life. It feels good. I have to admit, though, that all this time I kept hoping I would come across some small box or bag or envelope that had my diamond rings in it. I want to think the best of people, and it still eats me up inside to know the movers took my wedding set. We never got any help from the moving company, so now some trashy chick in Ohio is probably sporting one outrageously expensive set of diamonds.
The reason I wish I could find them is so we could sell them and put the money in an account for Gigi. If anyone deserves to benefit from the things, it’s my daughter. She has probably developed even more scars than me through this whole divorce. I was in college when my parents split, so although it was tough, it was also slightly surreal and removed. Gigi was three days away from her third birthday when her father pulled his dramatic walking-out extravaganza. The poor kid was the one to come upstairs and find me crying in the bed to tell me her father was making loud animal sounds and laying on the floor. The guy had quite literally gone fetal and was wailing like a cow with a broken leg — and all of this in FRONT of my daughter. It has never left her poor little mind.
Yep, she deserves those rings, in the very least.
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