That moment last weekend when you begrudgingly put on that ring your ex-boyfriend bought you, because you had a fancy event and it’s the only nice ring you own. That subsequent moment, 3 days later when you STILL can’t get it off your finger because oops, you got fatter since that relationship.

So what I’m trying to say is, it’s time for someone to buy me a really nice ring that fits, Dad.

Also I might have to saw my finger off.