- 5 years ago
- Wedding: August 2013
For two long days. I should mention that this ring is my pride and joy, I had picked it out, FI said no way could he afford it, and six months later it was all mine. (he tricked me). It is such an expression of our love and our relationship.
It all started in the most mundane way. I came home and I distinctly remember thinking to myself “should I take my ring of to wash my face? yes because I just had it cleaned and the diamond is so sparkely.” So I took it off and set it on a shelf in my bathroom. This shelf is a special one. Its away from any sink, toilet, drain of any kind. Its high up so no one can brush it and its enclosed on three sides so it cant fall anywhere. I put my ring there often when I am in the shower ect. So I washed my face and went to my room, forgetting it was there. This was at about 9;30 at night.
So Im doing homework and I take a FB break and see someones beautiful ering. I lovingly look down at my own and……its not on my hand. Uncomfortable but no biggie cause I know where I put it. I go upstairs to the shelf. Not there. This is 11pm.
Panic sets in. I ask my mom if she has seen it. No. She said my dad and little brother were just in the bathroom searching for his retainer at 10pm. My dad didnt see it. My brother said he saw it, picked it up and put it right back down on the shelf. So in an hour where could it possibly have gone?
The next day my mom tears the house apart while I am in school but finds nothing. She has looked everywhere, it disappeared. Tuesday rolls around and I am walking around the house like a zombie looking for it, I can not find it. I take my dog to be xrayed to see if he ate it. Nothing. I look at the dog poops outside to see if had passed it. Nothing.
I was such a wreck that I was not eating or drinking and actually made myself very sick (I am still recovering).
The worst part was calling my FI to tell him. I was sobbing so much I could hardly get the words out. Amazingly he was calm, didnt blame me, and was just super bummed about the whole thing. He was much better than expected. He said “the ring is a symbol of my love not my acutal love. I want to be with you no matter what.”
Anyway last night I was miserably sitting on the couch with my family and my baby sister suddenly holds something up and says “Erynn is this yours?” It was my ring. My beautiful ring. All I could say was “oh my god” over and over.
My sister had just folded laundry in the chair that she was now sitting in, the ring must have fallen out of it. The thing is the laundry was pool towels that had been in my dryer since before I had lost the ring. Also there was mysteriously one of my dads shirts in the load that my mom swears she did not wash with the towels.
Long story short it was as I had expected. My dad picked it up as a joke, when all hell broke loose he couldnt cop to it and had to let it be found naturally.
Im not mad though, I learned a lot. Like never ever take it off. But more importantly that it is just a thing and the love it represents will endure. <3
Side note. My engagement pictures are SUNDAY! and I thought I wouldnt have a ring. Ug.