I received another compliment on my “wedding ring” today.
“That’s beautiful! I love your wedding ring! Oh my! There are two different stones in it. Are those rubies? And looks like a birthstone. Is that October?”
I don’t know. I bought it at a pawn shop. I like unique things. I loved it. It was beautiful and different. It looks like a butterfly to me. I wear it on that finger. I’m not married.
I think the whole designated “ring finger” for marriage is weird. It’s tradition. Some traditions make absolutely no sense whatsoever.
Of course I do realize that wearing a ring on my “ring finger” that doesn’t mean anything except I like the ring, is confusing. I think it may be even more confusing than having two last names!
I’m single and open to a relationship. I guess maybe I should move the ring to another–less controversial finger, but if it fits, it sits.