For the past several years, I have worn a band on my left ring finger that very much resembles a wedding ring. Though single, I would wear it because it held special meaning; and because, like most women, I’m a sucker for pretty jewelry. After a while, I continued to wear it mainly because of the notable nakedness my finger felt whenever it was absent. The ring was a cheap platinum imitation and was replaced whenever it began to lose its luster. Earlier this year, I chose a new one, this time with a huge rock for shock value. Read More