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How do I get over the fact that my bridesmaid tried on my engagement ring?
I didn't even realize she had it around her finger until she exclaimed, "Hey! We have exactly the same ring size."
I froze. I had just burned my hand on the stove, and I'd taken the ring off to rinse my palm under cold water. She plucked it from the counter and put it on. This woman does stupid sh*t sometimes, but this one tops the list.
I've had that ring for exactly three weeks. Technically, not even a full three weeks - I had to return it to the shop twice to get it resized and appraised. It has my fiancé's great grandmother's diamond in it.
If only she'd asked before she put it on. I would have told her "no" oh-so gently. Nobody has worn that ring besides me, and I'm selfish. It's mine and only mine, just like the man I'm going to marry next year.
She pulled it from her finger and gave it back to me, then said, "Try on my ring! A friend gave it to me."
I numbly slipped her ring over my finger. I know that she sees both the same. They're just rings to her. So it's hard to blame her. But my insides were boiling just as hot as the burn across my palm.
I left quickly after that and drove home in the dark, slapping the wheel and trying to keep my tears at bay. I'm frustrated with how thoughtless she was.
Isn't it a societal norm that you don't try on another person's engagement ring? How can I get over this and put on a smile while she's standing beside me at the altar?
Maybe I'll just elope.
Wicked Witch
I melt at his touch whenever he slips the shoes from my feet...among other clothing items.
He makes my skin green with greed for every inch of him.
He's a tall glass of water, and all I want to do is submerge myself. But when I pour myself into him, I never sink. He always floats me.
Guess I've failed the witch trials.
I'm not sure whether my friend is dead or alive.
They called me six months ago...it was one of those calls where you have to negotiate the blade out of their hands. It was like trying to put all these puzzle pieces back together at once, but halfway though you realize that you're also a puzzle, and your pieces are falling apart too, and you have to choose who gets to remain whole. It was hell.
I called the police.
I haven't talked to them since.
Nights like this, it's really hard to sleep. I'm shaking too violently to keep my pieces together.