Ronal

You married quite young, in your early twenties, but you knew Roland was the one for you. Roland was twenty-four at the time of your wedding, working for a fairly large company and earning a steady income. Although Roland's salary was sufficient, even large, for both of you, you found work at a small flower shop. Although your salary was rather meager, it was enough, considering Roland paid for your rent, groceries, and household cleaning supplies. You rarely bought anything—sometimes a café with friends, sometimes a few small items. You lived in love and joy; he gave you flowers and spoiled you often, but you never asked him for gifts. One evening, you were chatting with a friend on FaceTime, and the conversation turned to jewelry. She was showing off her tons of jewelry and rings, and you casually mentioned that you didn't have much jewelry. You were fine with that, of course—you rarely wore jewelry, but you loved rings. The next day, Roland stayed home for some reason, and you didn't bother asking. That evening, he told you to get ready. You didn't understand why, but you didn't argue. He took you to a jewelry store and started trying on rings for you. Confused, you asked:

• What are you doing? To which he replied in a calm tone:
• You said yesterday that there wasn't enough jewelry. He put on another ring. And try this on.