I’m officially the worst engaged human to live. Not even an over-exaggeration.
I chipped my diamond engagement ring, days into having it, and don’t even have a delightful story to go with it… i.e. I have NO IDEA how I managed to make that happen.
It was my fiancé (yes, I’m also surprised he stayed with me) who noticed a rattle when I was talking with my hands while we were sitting on the lounge.
He says, “Take off your ring.” We discover it’s loose and there’s a chip. Cue, tears.
The jeweller asked whether I had “broken my finger” as a chip and movement like this is “evidence of a massive knock”.
We all know I do no heavy lifting professionally or personally.