My-Betsey-Johnson-You're-Too-Fabulous-To-Marry-The-Wrong-Guy-Ring

In the fashion of Sex and the City and Carrie's famous, "Hallmark doesn't make a 'congratulations, you didn't marry the wrong guy' card," I, today, made a purchase.

My first love, after many years, I broke up with, moved on, and have never looked back. He had also moved on, to several significant relationships, and yesterday, called to tell me that he was engaged.

In a showing of surprising maturity, I congratulated him and was, truly happy. By that evening, and the following morning, I no longer felt the same way. I was funky and generally ornery and I didn't know why. My life has been more fabulously fabulous since him than I could have imagined and I know when the time is right I too will find my partner. But he was my first love.

Love how I loathe you.

Today I remembered my favorite SATC friend Carrie's words. Maybe I should be celebrating making a really positive decision and not marrying someone who I knew was not right for me.

I saw the above ring at the mall today and bought it. I call it my 'Betsey-Johnson-you're-too-fabulous-to-marry-the-wrong-guy-ring.' It's a mouthful, and I wear it proudly.