The first night it happened, I thought I was dreaming. I woke up suddenly, my heart racing, my left hand pressed against my chest. There was a sharp, searing heat on my ring finger, as if I had touched live metal. I flung the covers off and stared at my wedding ring, confused and half asleep.
It looked normal golden, smooth, innocent. But my skin felt raw and throbbing. I was barely two weeks into my engagement. We hadn’t even set a wedding date yet, and yet something felt wrong from the moment he slipped that ring onto my finger. Everyone said I was lucky.…CONTINUE READING