Ex partner wanted a chain, but no crucifix. Had he wanted one of those, I could have saved a fortune, but no, he wanted a thick heavy duty chain, and like an idiot because I ‘loved him’, I spent a week’s wages (£79 at the time) on one for him for Christmas.
I didn’t see him open the parcel, didn’t know if he’d even seen it, or if he liked the contents.
So I asked.
He could not have cut into my heart deeper:
‘It’s OK I suppose. You can buy me the crucifix to go on it for my birthday.’
That was the end for me. He was now a chain round my neck, choking me.
I left the relationship in 1989, and no, he didn’t get his cross.
I wear a chain now, a gift from Hubby, with four charms on it, three of which are from him and the other from being bridesmaid when Bro got married in 1965. I never take it off.