I used to always hear,
“When he puts a ring on your finger,
You’ll feel differently about it.”
I waited impatiently for this moment.
When it finally arrived, I wished I’d disappear.
Who are all these people?
Why are they all looking at me?
Why are you looking at me now?
Where were you before?
I’ve been around for years.
Have I done nothing worthy of your attention other than wearing this ring?
After the engagement, whenever I’d meet someone,
They’d look at my hand and say,
“Congratulations.”
And some people would say “Well done.”
I hated the ring a month later.
I felt that I was wearing it for you, not me.