I wear it much more often than I used to, the diamond tennis bracelet my cousin left me when she passed in 2002 from ovarian cancer. Way too young. Her brother gave it me and I was overwhelmed. "She wanted you to have it," he sweetly said.
The clasp was iffy, so I took it to a jeweller. "This is worth about $120," he said of the 43 fake stones which make it up. "It's cubic zirconia." I was shocked. Many thoughts rushed into my head at that moment, the foremost of which was that she innocently always believed it genuine -- a precious gift from her husband. She never took it off. The other thought was, "What a cheapskate! With his bags and bags of money, he gives her a fake bracelet." What a jerk.
I always knew there was something about him I didn't like. A trophy wife, she deserved much more. He quickly moved on and married another "trophy" -- one too many facelifts and WAY too skinny.
I should have known that had it been real, he would never have given it me. Never mind, I wear it all the time now because it brings me closer to her.
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I always write anonymous then put B - I think you know it is me. Sorry I thought you knew it is me and I enjoy
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Of course I know it's you. In my earlier post, I was referring to people who are not followers, but who have the nerve to comment negatively on my blog instead of writing their own. You are a follower, so I enjoy your comments.
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