Years ago when I got married my dad gave me my grandmother’s wedding ring to give to my wife. At the reception, the ladies were admiring my wife’s ring when my aunt who’s known to be a class a C, my dad’s sister, saw my wife’s wedding ring and became visibly upset. She grabbed her things quietly and left the reception. Of course we all noticed.
When I asked my dad about it later on, he told me the following story:
“Your aunt was a spoiled brat. She treated my parents terribly. She ostracized herself from the family because she wanted nothing to do with us. She felt that my parents owed her everything and anything that they could give to her in regards to money and support. My parents were great people.
Her problem was that years ago my mother refused to buy her a new car even though my sister could afford it. My parents offered to buy her a used refurbished car, but my sisters argument was that “there’s nothing like the real thing.” There was a big family argument where she cursed them out and she abandoned the family for around 10 years.”
“Years later, as my mother started to become ill, my sister wouldn’t visit her once. Towards the end where we knew she had little chance of living or going on, my sister suddenly showed up. One night while going to the bathroom I heard a noise in my mom’s bedroom and there was my sister trying on my mom’s rings. One of them was my mom’s wedding band that she had always wanted.
When I asked my mom later about it, she said that my sister had always wanted that ring but my mother didn’t want her to have it because she knew that deep down she was still a spoiled nasty person and she felt that a ring that was given to her out of love should go to someone else out of love and the only person she could think of was her grandson.
She wanted that ring to go to her grandson’s new wife when he got married down the road.”
My dad then proceeded to tell me that he borrowed the wedding ring and took it to a jeweler friend of his. They were buddies since high school. He asked his friend if he could make an exact duplicate of that ring but with cubic zirconia and fake stones that go with it.
When my mother passed away, my dad went to her room and exchanged the ring for the real one. He said “I knew the [email protected]#ch would come sniffin’!”
Sure enough, the same day that my grandmother died my aunt made some excuse to come over to her house saying that she left something there. My dad swung by later and when he looked in the jewelry box, the ring was missing. Fine.
On the day of the wedding, after my aunt saw my wife’s new ring as she was walking back to her table, my dad whispered to her “I hope you enjoyed your fake ring. There’s nothing like the real thing huh?”