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		<title>By: Chris in PHX</title>
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		<dc:creator>Chris in PHX</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 03 Mar 2011 15:10:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>When the ex &quot;Asshat&quot; and I split after 8 loooong years I went to a pawn shop to sell the ring I was given, the guy offered me $60.00. I told him that was almost as disapointing as the relationship itself was. I took that 60 bucks and went to Marshalls and bought some bakeware and my cupcakes have never been better!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>When the ex &#8220;Asshat&#8221; and I split after 8 loooong years I went to a pawn shop to sell the ring I was given, the guy offered me $60.00. I told him that was almost as disapointing as the relationship itself was. I took that 60 bucks and went to Marshalls and bought some bakeware and my cupcakes have never been better!</p>
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		<title>By: Cindy Bennett</title>
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		<dc:creator>Cindy Bennett</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 03 Mar 2011 14:12:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I have held onto the first and second engagement rings.  The first was very small and all he could afford.  It was given with the promise that when we could he would get me a larger prettier ring.  After 15 years and him giving money to his sisters, brother, remodeling his parents house, etc.  I told him it was time.  So we got another ring, beautiful, all I ever wanted, but it meant nothing.  I had to beg for it, it was not given out of love or caring it was done to shut me up.  I tried to sell it years ago but could get no where near it&#039;s worth.  I think I keep it to hang on to the anger, to remind myself where I have been and to appreciate where I am now.  I am way to cheap to throw it in the lake, but this post has got me thinking.  I may get rid of it now.  It has been 15 years since It decorated my hand, maybe it is time to let it and the anger go.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I have held onto the first and second engagement rings.  The first was very small and all he could afford.  It was given with the promise that when we could he would get me a larger prettier ring.  After 15 years and him giving money to his sisters, brother, remodeling his parents house, etc.  I told him it was time.  So we got another ring, beautiful, all I ever wanted, but it meant nothing.  I had to beg for it, it was not given out of love or caring it was done to shut me up.  I tried to sell it years ago but could get no where near it&#8217;s worth.  I think I keep it to hang on to the anger, to remind myself where I have been and to appreciate where I am now.  I am way to cheap to throw it in the lake, but this post has got me thinking.  I may get rid of it now.  It has been 15 years since It decorated my hand, maybe it is time to let it and the anger go.</p>
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		<title>By: karla</title>
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		<dc:creator>karla</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 03 Mar 2011 00:36:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>GingerB,i have a &#039;61 Falcon (my first car) that is still sitting in my inlaws driveway because after i purchased a car that could get me to-from work and school i can&#039;t seem to let go of it. and now, over 10 years later it&#039;s deteriorating and i have by no way the means to restore it to it&#039;s original way. it&#039;s going to have to be sold soon. *sigh*</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>GingerB,i have a &#8217;61 Falcon (my first car) that is still sitting in my inlaws driveway because after i purchased a car that could get me to-from work and school i can&#8217;t seem to let go of it. and now, over 10 years later it&#8217;s deteriorating and i have by no way the means to restore it to it&#8217;s original way. it&#8217;s going to have to be sold soon. *sigh*</p>
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		<title>By: Your Aunt Becky</title>
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		<dc:creator>Your Aunt Becky</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 01 Aug 2010 22:02:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Brilliant. I&#039;ve never been happier to be rid of something. Ever.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Brilliant. I&#8217;ve never been happier to be rid of something. Ever.</p>
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		<title>By: Amber El</title>
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		<dc:creator>Amber El</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 01 Aug 2010 19:24:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>The ring my daughter&#039;s dad gave to me was an heirloom. An heirloom that had never been through a successfull marriage, only a divorce and two failed engagements. About a year after he and I broke up, his mother chucked it into the river. Thing was cursed</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The ring my daughter&#8217;s dad gave to me was an heirloom. An heirloom that had never been through a successfull marriage, only a divorce and two failed engagements. About a year after he and I broke up, his mother chucked it into the river. Thing was cursed</p>
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		<title>By: MamaOnDaGo</title>
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		<dc:creator>MamaOnDaGo</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 01 Aug 2010 18:54:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thank you for being so open and willing to share your thoughts and struggles. I don&#039;t own anything from my ancestors. I&#039;m not even too sure about my family tree other than my grandparents and a few stories here &amp; there. I&#039;m making my own memories to pass along. I hope you will do the same but much happier memories.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thank you for being so open and willing to share your thoughts and struggles. I don&#8217;t own anything from my ancestors. I&#8217;m not even too sure about my family tree other than my grandparents and a few stories here &amp; there. I&#8217;m making my own memories to pass along. I hope you will do the same but much happier memories.</p>
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		<description>[...] This post was mentioned on Twitter by Aunt Becky and Sunshine Love, JR Reed. JR Reed said: RT @mommywantsvodka: Either I have a magic closet, or this is where they came from: http://www.mommywantsvodka.com/the-unbearable-lightness-of-gold [...]</description>
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		<title>By: trish</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 08 Jul 2009 22:39:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>No, I don&#039;t have anything I keep that I should probably get rid of. My ex-boyfriend never gave me any jewelry (except a pair of cheapish earrings that are nice but don&#039;t have that weight to them that you&#039;re talking about). 

(had a whole paragraph confessing things but decided to delete it)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>No, I don&#8217;t have anything I keep that I should probably get rid of. My ex-boyfriend never gave me any jewelry (except a pair of cheapish earrings that are nice but don&#8217;t have that weight to them that you&#8217;re talking about). </p>
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		<title>By: charmed</title>
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		<dc:creator>charmed</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 04 Jul 2009 12:37:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>i considered posting this anonymously, but seeing as there are 52 comments burying it, and 19 newer posts, it woulda kinda been ridiculous and paranoid, which i try NOT to be, whenever i can help it.

i met my first husband at 19, on the NYC path train.  he was about 10 years older than me, and i, being so stupidly 19, thought myself wayyyy more mature than my years. he was psychotically narcissistic and, when diamond-buying time came around, he HAD to have the BEST.  it was a gorgeous, flawless, one carat specimen (which his mommy paid for...but he was gonna pay her back, of course!).  we got married against my better judgement.  he was a fucking PSYCHO.  he was a spoiled brat and his materialism made me SICK.  i divorced him 2 years later, and gave the ring back to his kind and generous mother.

when marc and i started the engagement ring talks, i didn&#039;t want anything to do with a diamond.  it made my stomach turn.  it took months, but i finally convinced him i wanted a CZ.  the finest diamond couldn&#039;t turn a rotten marriage, it didn&#039;t mean love or anything close to it.  for me, it was quite the opposite...what i have now, what i&#039;ve had for the past 9-12 years is REAL, the ring is REAL, and is a most fitting reminder.

that being said, no one knows it&#039;s not &quot;real.&quot;  who cares, anyway?

my wedding band, though...much like you, i woke up one morning, for no apparent reason, drove to a small bridge, and threw that fucker right off the side into the dirtiest river in jersey.  FEELS GOOD, DOESN&#039;T IT?!?!?!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>i considered posting this anonymously, but seeing as there are 52 comments burying it, and 19 newer posts, it woulda kinda been ridiculous and paranoid, which i try NOT to be, whenever i can help it.</p>
<p>i met my first husband at 19, on the NYC path train.  he was about 10 years older than me, and i, being so stupidly 19, thought myself wayyyy more mature than my years. he was psychotically narcissistic and, when diamond-buying time came around, he HAD to have the BEST.  it was a gorgeous, flawless, one carat specimen (which his mommy paid for&#8230;but he was gonna pay her back, of course!).  we got married against my better judgement.  he was a fucking PSYCHO.  he was a spoiled brat and his materialism made me SICK.  i divorced him 2 years later, and gave the ring back to his kind and generous mother.</p>
<p>when marc and i started the engagement ring talks, i didn&#8217;t want anything to do with a diamond.  it made my stomach turn.  it took months, but i finally convinced him i wanted a CZ.  the finest diamond couldn&#8217;t turn a rotten marriage, it didn&#8217;t mean love or anything close to it.  for me, it was quite the opposite&#8230;what i have now, what i&#8217;ve had for the past 9-12 years is REAL, the ring is REAL, and is a most fitting reminder.</p>
<p>that being said, no one knows it&#8217;s not &#8220;real.&#8221;  who cares, anyway?</p>
<p>my wedding band, though&#8230;much like you, i woke up one morning, for no apparent reason, drove to a small bridge, and threw that fucker right off the side into the dirtiest river in jersey.  FEELS GOOD, DOESN&#8217;T IT?!?!?!</p>
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		<title>By: Jenn</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 19 Jun 2009 03:14:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I have a whole box full of shit like that (I&#039;m the kind of person who looks at EVERYTHING and wonders who it belonged to, where it&#039;s been, etc.). It&#039;s up on the highest shelf in my closet, so far back that I can&#039;t get to it without something to stand on. I can&#039;t bring myself to throw anything in there away but I don&#039;t want to look at it either.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I have a whole box full of shit like that (I&#8217;m the kind of person who looks at EVERYTHING and wonders who it belonged to, where it&#8217;s been, etc.). It&#8217;s up on the highest shelf in my closet, so far back that I can&#8217;t get to it without something to stand on. I can&#8217;t bring myself to throw anything in there away but I don&#8217;t want to look at it either.</p>
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