Anyways after all my groceries were packed away I noticed my hand hurt , and when I looked down the little diamond in my engagement ring was gone. As far as rings go, it was a modest one, but I loved that thing. A lot. The weird thing is I don't remember actually hitting my hand, but I hit it hard enough to bend the prongs holding the diamond. So I don't know where I lost it, but I hoped it was around the car, so there I was on my hands and knees searching for it, and when I realized I was never going to find it I started bawling. In the parking lot, crying my eyes out...I must have looked the damsel in distress because I had five guys come over to check on me. Haha, this part is pretty funny, (my wedding band is a very thin gold ring, so not that noticeable) one of the men told me my insurance would replace it, and I told him that no, I've had my engagement ring for over 7 years and it wasn't covered anymore, and he was just like, "tell your boyfriend to take this as a sign from God that he's waited too long to actually marry you."