I was staring at the blank computer screen while trying to find a subject of what I will write today when my eyes found my ‘ringless’ ring finger. Suddenly, it zapped my thoughts and I could not settle on what I should feel.
But on one part of it, I know that I am happy.
No one owns me. There’s no one who put limits on what I do or where I go. I can attend parties, hang out with friends, wear anything I want and I don’t have to worry about explaining what I do or where I’ve been to someone. I can get take-outs for dinner, go home late and wake up late. It wouldn’t matter at all because I only have myself to take care of. In short, I am free. Yes, that’s what it means by having ‘no ring’ on my ring finger.
I am not anybody’s wife.
If someone would make me wear the ring, that would mean I should be home on time. No more strolling around the malls, no more hanging out with friends every night and less parties. So I would get extra time for chopping the vegetables in the kitchen, doing the laundry and planning the meals for the whole week. I might also have to give up watching the television ‘til the wee hours of the morning because he wanted it quiet when he sleeps. Plus the fact that I don’t have the bed only for myself anymore, I should be a little careful in shifting my sleeping positions during the night. And then there’s the battle whether to keep the lampshade on or off. And do I really have to share the blanket?
Maybe wearing the ring means having to compromise.. and to share.. and to care.. and to let my significant other know that I have to meet some friends after work or I will be late for home. Well, for a woman like me, that’s gonna be a lot of work to do. But on the other hand, I can think about the man who will make me wear the ring. He would have to be really determined to take me as his wife. And for a man to give me his name and to tell the world how much he loves me as he would prove it by the ring, well, that’s gonna be way too important for him than all the football games and board meetings. Much more to say that he’d like me to have his little ones.
That will be an adventure I have yet to discover.
The ring would totally transform my world to having goodmorning kisses, romantic nights, baby bumps and moving my father’s surname to be my middle name.
But what does it really takes for me to wear the ring? The answer could only be Love.
Then I looked again on my finger and wished that someday, I will be wearing one.
Or maybe not?
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