I took mine off for just a moment after he was really nasty to me, it felt so liberating, I could breathe. When I put it back on, it felt like going back to prison. Sight.
Then when I went to live with my sister, I threw it out of the window with great force, as a symbolic gesture that I no longer belong to him. I made sure it lands in the middle of high grass to I can’t go back and fetch it.
I also missed the feeling to play with my ring for quite awhile after that. I started to wear more bracelets instead.