Mutually ignoring the mutual agreement

Last weekend we purchased my wedding band. It’s really pretty. Actually, I’m in love with it. It’s fairly slender and delicate with 6 small diamonds running along the top of it that pretty much cover the top of my finger. It looks beautiful with my engagement ring, or worn by itself (you know I love options). I didn’t want to take it off but Hal was pretty vehement in saying that I couldn’t wear it until our wedding day. Initially, I said Bah! to that since he’s been wearing his sporadically. But then conceded once I thought Hal and I had a mutual agreement to stop wearing our rings until our ‘special special’ day.

That didn’t stop us though from taking a moment to “practice” as we each slipped the respective rings onto the other person’s finger. It made me really excited, almost to the point where I could’ve dragged us down to city hall that day.

So the wedding band has been sitting, nestled in its box and I swear I’ve only taken it out a few times to try it on (We had a mutual agreement. No promises were actually made). I tried it on once to show my parents, who loved it. I tried it on again in the privacy of my office at work since I had been carrying it around for the aforementioned unveiling. And I tried it on one more time at home with no one around just because I felt compelled to see the two rings side-by-side on my finger. I’m still in love.

Since the band was purchased, Hal has been seemingly good about not wearing his band. Then I woke up this morning and saw this.



"What are you doing??", I exclaimed to a very sleep fiancée. Even in his slumberous state he knew what I was referring to and smirked.

Jenn: We agreed!

Hal: Yes, that you wouldn’t wear your band. We didn’t say I couldn’t wear mine.

That certainly wasn’t how I remembered the conversation going, but truth be told I didn’t really mind him wearing it since I like how it looks, and I love that he wants to wear it. Not what I was expecting from a man who, prior to buying his ring, made it seem like he was going to feel metaphorically strangled by this new piece of metal around his finger.

Following my admonishment, I did admit to him that I’d put my band on a few times since then. He figured.

Yep, I think we’re made for each other.