Some things happen that are unexplainable, so I had to seek professional help.

 

Although I did, it was taking longer to fix the problem than I wanted it to, 

and I believed . . .

 

 

My Marriage Is Falling Apart

 

Growing up, I was told marriages should last forever. You must do

     what is right.

My parents’ marriage lasted sixty-one years, and until “death do us part,”

     they held each other tight.

 

My marriage was strong and I wore the ring on my finger with pride.

The sun shined most weekends, as I took my morning walk,

     with my wife by my side.

 

Now don’t get me wrong, my relationship was not absent of flaws.

We did have our disagreements, which sometimes included

     the slamming of doors.

 

However, we followed a mostly straight path and raised two children,

     who we loved and adored.

As we aged, we retired and tried to keep busy—playing cards, going

     to the movies and plays, and out to dinner, so we wouldn’t get bored.

 

However, even the best partnership can suddenly come apart, no matter

     how hard you try.

My ring finger began to hurt in a way I couldn’t believe, and I couldn’t find

     the reason why.

 

Was this a signal that something in my marriage was going wrong?

     And how should I tell my wife?

I wanted to ignore what was happening, but, if I did, it could mess up

     my life.

 

Then one day, when I was out and about, I felt a weird sensation

     in my left hand.

 I stared at my fingers and noticed I had a spiral hook stabbing me

     from my two-tiered wedding band.

 

In disbelief, I knew I had to make this right, so I headed to my town’s

     closest jewelry store.

I entered, and a smiling salesperson asked, “What can I do for you?

     We sell beautiful jewelry, watches, statues, and more.

 

With a tear in my eye, I moaned, “I need your help. I believe my marriage

     is falling apart.”

She looked at me, in a somewhat confused way, and said, “I’m not sure

     what I can do, but I don’t want to break your heart.” 

 

I thrust my hand in front of her face, displaying one tier of the ring around

     my finger, with the other now standing straight up like a knife.

It’s been over a month now, they haven’t fixed my ring, my marriage is still

     falling apart, and I don’t know what to tell my wife.

 

 

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