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Somehow, I've lost my wedding ring. I wore it to breakfast this morning, and must have taken it off for some reason when I got home. I have no idea why, as the only reason i tend to ever take it off is housecleaning or showering. I did shower before I went to work, but I took it off sometime before then. We've ripped apart the room, searched the rest of the house, and given the car a precursory glance. Tomorrow, with daylight, I'll rip that apart too.

I've cried my eyes out, and even though Travis isnt in the least upset about it (its just an object, he says), I feel like the most monsterous wife ever.

I need my ring back. I know that its just an item, and its only representative of the memories I have of our engagement and wedding...but its my ring. I need my ring. I cant believe I've lost it.

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It still takes my breath away that I cant find my wedding ring. If it made any sense, i'd get a god damned metal detector and start scanning the house. Is there any such thing as a diamond detector? Mine is nice and big...At this point, Im feeling more numb than anything. I just look and look and look...and even when I dont look, I cant find it. Its killing me.

Also, god damn the Bears.

At least Im back on my medicine. I found some lithium from a former prescription in our room, and so now things are better on that front. Doesnt take away the staggering pain of feeling irresponsible and evil. On the plus side, I've got my wonderful, amazing husband laying next to me with his arms wide open, waiting for me to come snuggle in them. I think I need to snuggle him.

Later, world.