I have one of these. But I can’t wear it anymore.

It’s a shame because it’s beautiful.  But it is now inappropriate.  And a little depressing.

I peek at it from time to time.  Snuggled up in its little box in the back of a drawer.

After the moment of joy from looking at something so pretty, that was given to me because I was loved, I have that moment of realization (again) that that isn’t true anymore.

Rats.

Unfortunately, in addition to having a pretty (and valuable) thing I can no longer enjoy, I also have a mounting pile of debt.

This divorce thing is not cheap, my friends.  I have written numerous large checks for lawyers, mediators and therapists in the past 18 months.

Least fun I have ever had spending huge sums of money.

I’d rather be buying diamonds.  Or shoes.  Or, geez…broccoli.

Really anything would be more fun than tossing piles of money at various professionals.  Usually throwing money at people results in some net gain…more stuff, fixed stuff, better stuff.  In this case, no.

This evening I am taking my beautiful sparky ring to find out how I can sell it to pay those totally unfun, totally unbeautiful debts.  This may possibly be one of the most depressing transactions ever.

Also ironic.  If I wasn’t loved a whole bunch at some point, I wouldn’t have this fabulous ring to finance my divorce.

I want the money (or the absence of the debt) more than I want the ring that makes me sad.

But I wish I didn’t have to pick.