Dear Ann Landers,
agree with your stand on wedding rings. They don't mean a thing. My husband's wedding ring left a very deep impression on me-or I should say on my lip-when he hit me during our honeymoon. Bruce was one of those beautifully mannered foreign phonies. He was the first one on his feet when a lady entered the room, the first one with the cigarette lighter, and the first one in the lifeboat. (We were on the Andrea Doria.) After a four-week courtship I married this royal four-flusher, and the wedding ring was his idea. I confess the double-ring ceremony sounded very roman-tic, and it was easy for me to agree to it. I am no longer married to Bruce, and you can bet your boots my present husband does not wear a wedding ring and he never will.- Happy Now

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