It finally snapped! <br />It had become tighter <br />over the years. <br />He pretended he didn’t notice <br />that his finger was growing <br />around the ring. <br />He assured me it didn’t hurt, <br />claimed his finger was always <br />that shade of purple, <br />but yesterday it was stretched <br />beyond it’s limits <br />and it just snapped. <br /> <br />He was pushing a shopping cart <br />(of all things!) <br />buying the needed supplies <br />to cook me a special dinner. <br />He stood there <br />like a deer caught in the headlights <br />not sure what to do. <br />Does this say something <br />about our marriage? <br /> <br /> <br />Did he really think our love <br />was dependant on a ring? <br />I grabbed his hand and looked <br />where the ring had been. <br />That finger looked so painful <br />the ring had actually left <br />a permanent imprint <br />as if his finger was made <br />of play dough. <br /> <br />I couldn’t help but wonder <br />if that is how our marriage has felt to him. <br />Confining, painful and restrictive……… <br />I will buy him a new ring, <br />One that allows his finger room <br />To breathe and move freely <br />just as I want him to feel <br />in this marriage.<br /><br />Mary Nagy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/he-broke-his-wedding-ring/
