I Put My Wedding Ring Back On

A few months ago when Nicole and I separated, I was pretty convinced we were through. I took off my wedding band within a few weeks, not to brag that I was single, but because to me, it was symbolic that the marriage was over.

While in Mississippi, I did not put alot of thought into the marriage because…well, there was alot of other things going on that were keeping my attention. The first point where I had to really think through things after some space had been enjoyed, was after I got back. It’s a lonely life being single. Sure, I have my opportunities to meet women. It sucks to go out by myself or come home to an empty house. I hate to go see my son run up and jump into my arms and lay his head on my shoulder, holding on to me so, hopefully, I won’t leave him again.

The reality is that there really is only one woman for me. Sometimes, it takes hard lessons to learn that. Sometimes, the only way we learn is to fall flat on our ass.

Last night, I talked to Nicole for a long time. I miss her. While we are not imminently getting back together, I have hope finally.

Last night, I slid my ring back onto my finger. I am married if I have anything to do with it.

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