I tried to move my rings to my right hand the other day.
It feels too soon to be taking them off altogether and I’m terrified of wearing on a chain and the chain breaking (irrational, I know).
I feel now, 4 months on, that it’s increasingly a painful reminder.
“Ha”, someone joked when quoting for some work on the house, “I guess your husband didn’t fancy a go at this then!” Stunned into silence, feeling like I’d been punched in the stomach, I just mumbled something and swiftly changed the subject.
It’s this kind of interaction, or fear of it, that makes me want to take them off. I could do without having to explain … “oh, no, actually I’m …. ” over and over again.
No guidebooks for this stuff 😦
Youngish Widow 