To a woman, one… just one of the best parts of being married is the shiny rock that sits on her hand. A daily reminder of the vows she shared with her hubby, a symbol of the timelessness and wholeness of marriage and of course, the eternal bond she has entered into. A sign of satisfaction, a sign of the purified sanction.

8 months after I got married, I woke up one morning to find my ring finger in small blisters. I pulled the ring off and soothed the pain with ointments. After healing, I put my ring back on… within an hour or so, I was left in blisters again. I covered the finger in ointment and waited a couple days before I replaced the ring. But once again, I broke out in blisters. I tried the other hand… blisters. So now, for the last 7 months… I have been ringless. I’m allergic to my wedding ring… well, white gold actually. But that kind of thing starts to mess with your mind. Without that ring, there’s a sense of freedom thats projected to the world. Without that ring, I feel bare. Without that ring, I feel like something is missing with me. It’s amazing at what just a few months of high-class, expensive ring wearing can do to a person. But it’s not just that, it’s what it stands for. So I slip that shiny jewel on whenever I have a big meeting or even if it’s just a small gathering where I think men might mistake the bare finger as an opportunity. I guess the ointment treatments are a small price to pay for the chance to wear some diamonds!