After nine months, I've mostly gotten used to it, but sometimes -- sometimes -- while walking around the house cleaning or while sitting at the computer typing, it bugs me. Something should be on that finger, and the finger wants it back.
Of course, the obvious solution is to just wear a ring on that finger and be done with it, but that might mess up the whole dating thing. "Oh, no, I'm not married -- I just wear this because my finger wants me to."
"Your ... finger ... wants you to?"
"Yes. It's very adamant about the whole ring thing. I think it felt underutilized after the divorce, you know? I mean, it waits its whole life to be of use and then it gets to wear this ring for years and years and then you take it away. I mean, it's like ruining the poor finger's whole career?"
"And ... you worry about your finger's career options?"
"Sure, doesn't everyone?"
"Gosh, look at the time. Gotta run."
I think you see where I'm going with this. Wearing a ring on that finger would just put me into a "Why you should use eHarmoney (sic) so you don't run into crazy women who talk to their ring finger" commercial.
So mostly, I ignore it. But it's still there, sullenly nagging me to give it a job -- any job -- even a tin mood ring.
The moral of the story is, of course, never wear a wedding ring. Once you take it off, it will haunt you for months.
And you really don't want to mess with your ring finger. It is seriously bad-ass.
You have been warned.
