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I’m noticing more and more single-ring marriages. What I mean by that is she wears a wedding ring and he doesn’t.
A wedding ring says a lot of things, including “I’m taken”. Most wives want their guy to wear a ring that proudly proclaims they are married and not looking. And some will worry if their husband doesn’t wear one.
I realise some jobs make a ring a dangerous item, but you can get a great-looking silicone ring for a dozen dollars, so that’s not an excuse.
You may think you have a valid reason for not wearing a wedding ring. But does your wife feel the same way?
Do it for her, because you love her.
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Some industries won’t even let you wear the silicone ones. I work for a vendor to chemical companies, and the only thing that keeps this from applying to me is that I am not in the plants frequently enough. For those guys, the next best option is a wedding ring tattoo. (…& if you can’t commit to that, you probably shouldn’t commit to being married.)
My dad couldn’t wear a ring on the job due to the heavy machinery involved. It came off when he changed clothes at work and went on when he changed to go home. He passed in 2007, and my parent’s marriage was the only one for both and lasted 52 years until his death.
I have an office job and never take it off except when it needs a jeweler’s attention. Our marriage will celebrate its 41st anniversary next month.
Commitment generates commitment.
I have a volunteer role with one of the military services.
Many of the guys wear silicone rings day to day, but have to take those off for certain things. Ring tattoos are popular too.
My daddy didn’t wear a ring and he was faithful to my mother for decades.
Any lady who flirted with me already knew I was married. I never considered taking anyone to bed but my wife – or even an a one-on-one date. Plenty of guys mess around on their wives while wearing “her” ring. I see the ring as superfluous.
I told both of my wives (well before the wedding day) that, if they needed a guy to wear a ring, find another guy. I knew from wearing other rings earlier in my life that I would spend much time idly twirling that thing around and around my finger.
With the second wedding, the pastor and others talked me into a double ring ceremony, but when the ceremony was over, I gave the ring back to it’s owner.
BTW, my first wife died suddenly one day in March 1994. I have never been divorced, although both of my wives were.
Plagiarized from a previous commenter:
Commitment generates commitment.
Neither hubby nor I wear our wedding bands, anymore. His job doesn’t allow for it and his band doesn’t fit him, anymore. I outgrew mine and found I prefer not to wear one now that I work outside the home in a hands-on job. Neither of us have the desire to get tattoos. It’s just not a big deal to us. We’re faithful and getting too old to get flirted with.
We have a 2nd set of silver bands we wear for special occasions, but often forget in the hustle and bustle to leave.
I think the bottom line is that if my wearing a ring is important to either my wife or me, I should wear a ring. On the practical side, my wife’s ring provided her some protection from amorous intentions when we were young. I never noticed any such protective effect for me. I also believe that the customs of the world have a lot to do with how we view the wearing of wedding rings. That’s not necessarily a bad thing, but it’s worth keeping in mind.
When I was a high school student, one of my teachers had 9 1/3 fingers. The story was that he was wearing a ring while playing basketball and it got caught in the net. I get the appeal of a silicone ring, but I think that the symbolism of a permanent bond may be compromised by not using metal.
@everydayisnew – Totally agree with your first sentence.
I used to work at an arcade in a mall. The only other places open late were the ice cream parlour and the theatre. One night I walked over to the ice cream parlour for a drink on my break and the girl who worked there, who I knew as an acquaintance, ran over to me and said “Baby” then whispered in my ear “We’re engaged”. Seems some guys had been way too interested in her. Shortly after that, all the gals who worked there had what could pass as an engagement ring and I think they all claimed to be with one of the guys working at the arcade.