"I see you are still wearing your wedding ring."
Yes. I am. And I will.
I didn't choose to be single; I chose to be married.
I am single, but he did not choose to leave; neither did I.
"Do you think you'll ever get married again?"
I don't know.
I know I have two little boys to raise, and that task calls for all I have. I can't afford any distractions, really at all.
I'm not interested in dating. (The very idea makes me a little nauseous.) I can't afford to introduce my children to someone who may not be here to stay.
I'm a single mom. This role is too important.
I would rather do it alone than do it wrong.
And if my future holds the gift of marriage, it won't be because a searching someone spotted me from across the room and saw that I don't have a ring on my finger.
The ring stays.