throwing away the one ring

At some point several years ago, I’d stopped wearing the diamond because my body was so sick that I couldn’t wear them without swelling problems. But the problem that was almost as big was that it pissed off my ex. Big time. He had an absolute fucking meltdown because how dare I embarrass him by not wearing them even though it risked amputation of my fingers to do so, conveniently forgetting that he never wore his band so the women he was dating wouldn’t see a tan line on his finger. So we reached a compromise and I ordered a simple silver band in a larger size that I could wear without risking my health…

But being the clever little nerd I am and feeling the beginnings of a quiet act of rebellion, the ring I ordered was engraved thinking of him. *le sigh*

It said, “Ash nazg durbatulûk, ash nazg gimbatul, Ash nazg thrakatulûk agh burzum-ishi krimpatul,” which of course is what evil Sauron engraved onto the One Ring and means, “One ring to rule them all, one ring to find them, One ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them,” which is obviously incredibly appropriate because he felt that my wearing a ring meant he had the power to control and coerce and abuse me endlessly. So I forged for myself a little silver One Ring knowing that at some point his power would be broken and I’d go on a long ass journey that would result in tossing the last symbol of his power into a fire someplace.

At some point it was lost. (Apropos.)

And then found…

And lost again…

Before being found again today and, wouldn’t you know, it was the easiest thing in the world to send that to the local Mount Doom of garbage and waste, right where he belongs.

I’m sure if I cared enough about him or telling that story I could find parallels between who started the journey with me and how many were lost on the way, between who showed themselves to be fools or heroic in some way. I definitely could tell you who my Sam Wise is! But truthfully, none of that really matters today.

What matters is that a bunch of years ago, I gave him what he wanted in a subtle and yet absolutely obvious (to anyone with sense and a love of Tolkein) act of rebellion and today, he is powerless over me and that ring is on its way to mount doom.

4 thoughts on “throwing away the one ring

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    1. Ah. Well. That would require him to follow through with the terms of mediation so the divorce can be finalized…

      I will just wear whatever jewelry brings me joy, wherever it comes from.


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