My Jewelry Love Story

I will never part with a piece of jewelry I love ever again. A few years ago I spotted a beautiful four carat prasiolite and diamond ring. It was love at first sight. I knew I had to have it, but I could not justify purchasing something so expensive for myself while going to school full time. Luckily, my first anniversary was coming up. Over the years, my husband had purchased some beautiful pieces for me. This is how he found out about them.
HIM: "That's a nice bracelet."
ME:"Thanks. You bought it for me for my birthday."
HIM: "Well, I did a good job. Your welcome!"
(This only works if your husband is a touring musician and misses your birthday...or travels alot.)
This scenario would not work with this piece. I would actually have to tell him before I bought it.

It took a couple weeks of "visiting" the ring, glaring at any one who looked like they might be interested in it, and annoying the sales staff before I broke down and took "her" home with me. I barely watched the road all the way home...and I was driving. I was blinded by its beauty and how special it made me feel. My husband was impressed, but rolled his eyes when I asked "Isn't she beautiful?", as if it was a new baby. (I know, I have a problem.)

I took my new sparkler to my favorite jewelry store to be sized. It took forever! (One week.) I stared at that ring night and day. It was the perfect size stone, the perfect color, the perfect mounting. Perfect. Until one day, I noticed one of the diamonds in the halo fell out. No problem. I took it in for repair. Then it happened again, and then again. After consulting my pocket book, I decided this beautiful, perfect ring was too high maintanence for me. I returned it for a full no questions asked refund. Three days later I was completly disgusted with my decision and went back to buy it again. Only, they no longer had it, and could no longer get it. They only made a couple and they had all sold. I was devastated. What was wrong with me? How could I part with it? Who was I without my ring?
For three years I dreamt about that ring. I stalked Ebay almost every night. I finally gave up on finding "her" ever again. I tried to replace it with rings almost like it. It was not the same.

A couple months ago I typed "prasiolite and diamond ring" into Ebay's search bar around 2 a.m. and gasped out loud. There she was. MY RING!! It was really it! I could not believe it.  I bought it immediately. No bidding, no negotiations. A couple of days later, it was on my finger, where it will stay. I was lucky and I know it. I will never part with a piece of jewelry I love ever again.