Devastating News...

I lost a diamond from my wedding ring. I went to the park for lunch and was sitting in my car eating when I noticed it. I have a simple white gold band with diamonds going around in the middle on the top half of the band. It's the last diamond in the row. I don't know when it happened or where the diamond went. I immediately called Russ and let him know that my ring was broken but he didn't seem too upset about it. He said that we would just take it to a jewelry store and have it fixed. I called my sister Lauren and she said that I should use this as an excuse to get a new ring. Maybe I'm being a little bratty and selfish about the situation but I want my ring. The ring that Russ proposed to me with (because he didn't know there was a difference between an engagement ring and a wedding ring), the ring he put on my finger the day that we were married. The ring that Russ picked out for me all by himself because it's what he thought I would like and he was right. I guess I'll have to come to terms with it and just replace the diamond but a little piece of me will always know that it's an impostor....