Diamonds
10:05 p.m. - 2008-05-07

I'm hoping that I'm not alone in this, but I really do hate when I'm told what's what and that they I'm choosing to do go about something is WRONG.

Walter's family is pretty well to due. And I by FAR have the smallest engagement ring...Anyway, so I was thinking, you know, I'm working my ASS off and should have a bit of extra money over the summer, I think I'll get myself a pretty ring for my right hand.

Walter's response to the whole thing was that "stuff" won't ever make me happy and I will always have the, um, dang it! I forgot the word he used. But basically that I'll never be happy and always something more expensive and that the best way I can deal with this is change the way I feel about diamonds.

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I know he's right...but it's so frustrating to hear things like "Michelle's ring is WAY bigger than yours"...or "Yeah, Walter's Grandma got me this diamond heart necklace" or "It's 1.5 solitaire diamond."

Bah.

I realize it's greedy.

And I am jealous. I'm sad Walter and I are really poor and that he can't get a job. I'm jealous that the rest of his siblings are buying houses, nice cars and expensive jewelry and they're not that much older than we are.

It's frustrating and it's all the more so when it's rubbed in our face.

Anyway. Enough whining. I think its bed time. I'm tired.

I'll work on my diamond envy. Don't quite know how, but I will. :)