After nearly five years of my wedding/engagement rings gathering dust in a box, I finally sold them.
For nearly five years, I intended to sell them… I intended to gather all the paperwork for the diamond and make a handsome little profit. But I didn’t. Because I’m lazy. I wasn’t desperate for money and therefore I didn’t care… I mean, it’s not like I’m the one who paid for them, right? There was no pressure to recoup my investment.
Tonight, I retrieved them from their box, along with some other miscellaneous pieces of jewelery that I never wear. I tucked the shiny elements into a little black case and I drove them to the jewelery store where I had my engagement ring sized way back when I was some other person living some other life. Upon entering the glittery showroom, I was delighted to discover a fluffy puppy lounging on the floor.
“Hello, can I help you?” a smartly-dressed man asked me.
“Hi,” I replied as the dog stretched out and rolled over so I could rub her belly. I made him tell me her name before letting him know that I was there to get rid of some jewelry.
I browsed the showcases while he weighed each piece and calculated the amount they were prepared to pay today. When it came time to examine the diamond ring, he removed the stone from the setting and spent a considerable amount of time cleaning it and examining it under a fancy microscope. While he worked, I played with the dog. I was quite glad she was there… the stuff in the glass cases was nice, but expensive jewels aren’t my thing. Puppies, on the other hand… puppies are special.
After a few other eyes peered at my gem, the smartly-dressed man returned and made me an offer which sounded rather pathetic. I’m sure the disappointment was written all over my face. After a short conversation regarding the full retail value of the ring, I made the decision to part with it. After all, I am lazy. I didn’t want to deal with the process of listing it, answering questions, showing it to strangers… risking a run-in with a Craig’s List Killer…. I figured, I was there and I had the chance to dump it in exchange for a check on the spot. Why not? (it’s all profit to me, right?)
In the end, I walked out of the store with a check totaling about 20% of what Ex Husband supposedly paid for the solitaire-symbolizing-forever. I know I could’ve done better, probably much better… but now it’s done. I don’t have to think about it any more. For nearly five years, I wondered what it would feel like to part with that bling. And you know what? I don’t feel any different… no sense of loss or longing for what might have been… nor am I especially happy or relieved. I’m simply content.
Readers, have any of you sold your wedding rings? What was the experience like for you?