Nail That to Your Bedpost

“‘I seem to have fallen in love with someone else. I’m moving out.’ … Finally, she agreed to meet me in a pub in the West End. A bustling, crowded, very public place. I suppose we both thought that would help reduce the possibility of unseemly emotional scenes – not that she was really given to such things. Which made it doubly affecting when I arrived at the pub and immediately saw her, very openly weeping, as I entered. My heart melted. She was as upset as I was. She was having dreadful regrets. There was hope. I walked up to her, put my arm around her. She leaned into me, buried her face in my shirt, crying audibly. I had never heard her do that before. I stroked her hair, said… I don’t know… gentle, loving things. All was not lost. There was hope. She pulled away, didn’t look at me. ‘He’s left me!’ … I stood up, looked at her with vague disgust and just… immense disappointment. And I took off my wedding ring, tossed it on the table in fron of her and said, ‘Nail that to your bedpost.’  And Walked out. And never saw her again.”

Commenter on a Metafilter thread about when to stop wearing your wedding ring during a breakup.

Published by Andy

Gay Hoosier Taurus INFJ ex-playwright pianist gymbunny published author in San Francisco.

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