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Much love guys. Now, today's first story comes from the

Am I the Arsoul here, subreddit from Even Phone 1313, and says, am I the asshole for giving

my ex-fiancee a fake engagement ring? It was an honest-to-god marriage proposal. I very much

wanted to marry her. She is just a clutz and I didn't trust

her with a real thing. I took her to Coachella for the second weekend and to propose. It was a great

time and she got to see no doubt who she loves because her dad used to listen to her when she was a baby.

Anyway, I asked her to marry me and she said yes. She loved

the ring. I had it sized, but it was the brass and moisten-eyed copy I'd made so she wouldn't

lose or damage the real one at the concert, which she promptly did. And then she pretended not to.

She said it was too tight and that she had to put it away until we got back to Phoenix.

When we got back, she asked me where I got the ring.

I told her and she tried to replace it until they told her how much it cost.

She came to my place crying to tell me she lost the ring and to beg my forgiveness.

I told her right away that it was no big deal because I had the real one with me and we could go get its size perfectly

so she wouldn't lose it. My mistake because she effing lost it. She went off on me for making

her not enjoy the weekend because she was worried sick that she had lost her ring.

If she had told me she lost it, I would have told her the truth. That I didn't want to take

any chances with her ring at that massive venue. She screamed at me that I was a complete

asshole to make her worry like that. She said a lot of stuff that I guess had been building

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