My ring broke

I bought a ring in those first couple weeks after he called it quits, the summer of 2024.  It's a bronze colored silicone ring with mountains etched on it and a sun rising over the mountains.  I've worn it every single day since.  It was my daily reminder that the light always follows the darkness.  I loved that ring.

I knew it wouldn't last forever.  It's made of silicone, not gold or silver or platinum.  I knew someday it would wear out.

I wasn't expecting though, the tears that flowed this morning when it broke.

I could buy it again if I wanted.  It's even on sale right now, 25% off.  But I think I was mostly attached to the phase of life the ring carried me through and that it was less about the look of the ring.  A new ring, even if it wasn't identical, wouldn't be the same ring from that phase.  It wouldn't carry that emotional attachment.

I think there is some fear that I'm not done with that phase in my life, that it broke prematurely.  Maybe that's what the tears were about.