We married in 1969 in a Quaker Meeting so simple. We exchanged promises but rings weren't part of the ceremony.
A Jeweller friend made me a gold ring but DH didn't want one.
I wore it, and frequently mislaid it until it stopped fitting me due to bigger, knobblier fingers.
I keep it in a box and look at it occasionally, marvelling at how tiny my fingers were.
DH died 5 years ago. I'm sure someone will love my ring one day. I have 5 DGD.
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Banking Bullies! Feeling ignored, and most un'appy


a bit childish. Had it caused health problems he would not mind of course. So I think the ring is to stay.