what have you got to lose

that damn ring. it had always meant more to him than it did to her. what was the point of leaving it? why? she spiraled from anger to sorrow and back again but didn't stop until she was laughing, hysterically, uncontrollably, to tears. it wasn't the time they'd spent together, the places they'd gone, the memories they'd built, the friends who would now be pestering her for answers, explanations that she could not even begin to grasp for herself, much less supply to others. it was none of those things because theirs was not a relationship of memories or time or shared friendships. theirs was a relationship of pushing, pushing against each other, always pushing. and without him there to push against, she wasn't clear about standing up at all.