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If you ever want to be in a relationship, you need to read this book! It's worth your time to sit down and take in all that this story offers because this book contains hidden wisdom about taking nothing for granted, fighting for what you want and accepting God's best!"
-Excerpt from Foreword written by News Producer Travis Rodgers
Alena is stuck in a mundane marriage and longing for something different. New clothes. Bigger bling. Flashy cars. Miraculously and inexplicably, it all happens in a flash and she is finally married to the man of her dreams, but something still seems to be missing. In all her excitement, the one thing she's looking for is the one thing she can't seem to keep.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023
The Ring Does Not Fit
Written by: Sunshine Rodgers
Foreword by: Emmy-Nominated News Producer Travis Rodgers
From the couple who brought you “The Creation Project”
Copyright © 2020. All rights reserved.
No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any way by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopy, recording or otherwise, without the prior permission of the author except as provided by USA copyright law.
All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
The opinions expressed by the author are not necessarily those of Publisher.
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RWG Publishing
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Published in the United States of America
Paperback: 978-1-0878-5224-9
Also by Sunshine Rodgers
After You: A Demon is Always Lurking Nearby
The Creation Project
Helpers: A Rescue Mission
The Ring Does Not Fit
This Is My Heaven
The Characters Within
Andrew’s First Act
Once Upon a Time…In A Dental Office
Last Night, When I Prayed
God The Father Jesus The Big Brother Holy Spirit The Best Friend
Be The Sunshine
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Also By Sunshine Rodgers
When I first read this book, I told my wife that this is the best manuscript she’s ever written, even out of all her other books! I know what you’re thinking. I have to say that this book is great because my wife wrote it. As Sunshine's main supporter through her writing journey, I am known for being honest and will tell her if her story needs work. I believe these days there are way too many people pumping out below average films, music, TV and books that have no real substance or value. So, when I say "The Ring Does Not Fit" is a great read, I truly mean it! I am impressed!
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Chapter Five
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I write for a living and have worked in many creative fields. I understand how difficult it is to create something unique that also contains an inspiring message. Sunshine's book is definitely something special with real lessons weaved into the story and easy to read pages that I know most people can relate to.
What really captured me is the message and how timely and important her story is!
If you ever want to be in a relationship, you need to read this book! If you’re in a relationship right now, you need to read this book! If you’re engaged or are about to get married, you need to read this book! It’s worth your time to sit down and take in all that this story offers because this book contains hidden wisdom about taking nothing for granted, fighting for what you want and accepting God's best!
Being in a relationship is something most people desire. I'm going to be honest here. If a relationship or marriage is forced or started under the wrong motive, it ruins lives and destroys futures. It's important to remember that one decision to marry the wrong person leads to a series of destructive cycles that leaves a lasting impact.
I know people who were never the same after dealing with terrible mental and physical abuse because of a dysfunctional relationship. In Sunshine's book "The Ring Does Not Fit", she showcases relationships gone wrong in order to teach a lesson about understanding the right traits for a mate which includes: character, integrity, honesty and true love.
In her book, Sunshine writes about how people crave the finer things in life like money, cars, houses and fame to make them fulfilled, but just because people seem happy on the surface or on social media doesn’t mean it’s true. This book opens the reader's eyes to how easy it is to get involved with the wrong person and how people can easily accept and tolerate a lifestyle that was never meant for them.
I will end with this advice: be sure the person you plan on spending the rest of your life with is the right one BEFORE the wedding and BEFORE having children with that person. It’s one of the most important decisions you’re going to make! Let time be something you use to your advantage. If a relationship lasts the test of time, that’s a pretty good sign things might work out for the best.
Most important of all, a marriage that isn't formed in Heaven and by God's hand always has an expiration date. Even if that marriage lasts for years, it may have been filled with abuse and sadness instead of true happiness and love.
"The Ring Does Not Fit" touches on a lot of subjects, issues and potential pitfalls and I hope readers consider her message before rushing into what might seem like a good idea. I hope this story gives at least one person some insights into the importance of avoiding a tragic mistake that can never be undone.
I’m very proud of my wife for creating a book highlighting the serious nature of marriage into a story that I think can also stand the test of time.
-Travis Rodgers
Emmy-Nominated News Producer
Twitter & Instagram: @TravisBukowski
Today, you can choose to go your own way. You can live your life the way you want and follow your heart to whatever path it leads... but you may need a little help from Me.
For those who know Me, I need no introduction.
For those who have no clue who I am, I’ll find a way to reveal Myself to you one way or another.
It’s just a matter of time.
I’ll appear to you when you least expect it. Just know, I am watching. I’m moving and one day, I’ll answer prayers in unimaginable ways.
All I ask is that you invite me in. Keep a lookout for where I am or what I am doing.
You will see for yourself...the mystery of my persona is only the beginning.
– J.C.
“Did you get the rest of the groceries from the car?” I hear Lee's voice scream out, barely audible over the mesh of madness spinning in my head.
Trips to the grocery store seem more like a disaster zone than an hour of tranquility! The commercials make it seem so picturesque: We’re all family at this location. Take your time. Choose whatever you want with no hassle! We make it easy for you. Come out for a relaxing time at our store.
In reality, there’s always a chaotic scene of children screaming near the breakfast aisle, the exact spot where I am trying to pick out my chocolate chip fudge pop tarts. There’s an endless line at the register and why is it that I can never find the sparkling water flavor I want? I know they have lemon raspberry advertised on their display, yet I never see it on the shelves!
I guess I will settle for orange blast again.
“Yes!” I scream out from the kitchen. “All the groceries are out.”
“Good! Where are the cookies?” Lee comes running up with his black gym shorts and an old He-Man shirt he bought at a garage sale and eagerly looks through the plastic bags.
I predict it! He’ll find the box of oatmeal raisin cookies and then march right back to the couch to play his newest round of whatever video game is popular this month: Escape from Mafia Boss? Dodge the Flying Fruit? Racing and fighting and sports whatever game... leaving me to put away the groceries.
I shake my head in frustration.
My burden in life.
I begrudgingly organize the nonperishables, putting items away strategically in the pantry: the snacks are arranged on the second shelf, tuna and canned veggies on the bottom shelf. I then finish by filling the trash bin with a large number of plastic bags piled high on top of each other.
Great. Another thing I have to do that no one else in this house will do...
Take the trash out later.
I smush down the can as far down as it can go.
Exhausted, I finally head into my bedroom to take off my shoes and change into my comfy black fuzzy pajama pants.
It’s just me and Lee in this four-bedroom, two-bathroom house. It’s a decent place, but I would love a house with bigger space though Lee argues this house size is just fine for the two of us.
I love my husband. I do.
I promise...I do.
It’s just sometimes...
I wish maybe he was better.
More attentive.
More social.
Healthier.
This man craves fast food at the oddest times and as I try to order healthy options, he is stuffing down his throat, a double patty burger with extra fries in front of me.
We’ve been married for seven years and throughout that time I’ve watched my once handsome stud turn into this couch potato who can veg out on chips and cookies in front of the TV for hours. When he does go outside to exercise...it’s essentially me begging him to mow the lawn so the house doesn’t get covered in weeds.
Lee has been such a friend to me. I guess that might be the problem; he’s a friendly roommate. I lost the spontaneous-romantic side of him around the second year of our marriage. It’s not his fault, I suppose. Work keeps him busy and with the stress of paying off mortgage payments and student loans, reality can certainly suck the romance out of any good relationship.
I roll my eyes at my chocolate-scarfing husband who’s now plopped down on the couch watching the next wrestling superstar Tyler Ogen take back the belt in the pay-per-view wrestling competition.
“Can you hear the roar?” Ogen screams out to his fans. I hear a loud yelling from the TV as if all craziness had just broken out.
I meander into my office where the first thing I see is a framed quote of William Shakespeare hanging up on my wall: Ingratitude is Monstrous reads the line from Act 2 Scene 3 of the tragedy play, Coriolanus.
Hours at the grocery store and now this. I look down at all the paperwork that is waiting for me to finish. I am a professional author, so I constantly have my publisher, my agent and deadlines breathing down my neck.
Lee and I’s agreement was that I care for the home while my husband works. I am able to get the groceries and run errands and buy that Calvin Klein cologne he just has to have and sew back on the button for his shirt and make dinner. Oh! And write a new chapter by Friday!
The truth is... I am sick of juggling responsibilities!
I haven't quite found the balance between work and more work.
Lee’s job is in local TV News which sucks up a lot of his time and energy. Of course, when he first started, I was excited for him to be a part of the media world!
I dreamed of attending fancy dinner parties, brushing past C-list celebrities and schmoozing with a talented table of professionals as I wrap my hand covered with stunning diamond jewelry over Lee’s shoulder in proud admiration. I pictured being near other authors who applaud my success above their own and perusing with model agencies who are searching for just the right look that I happen to possess!
Yes! Of course! I can sign that!
I can start right away.
What? You are just giving me an offer to be on the front cover of Vogue?
With a million-dollar paycheck!
Yes, please!
I snap out of my fantasy real fast when I notice my agent is calling me. I set his ringtone to an annoying buzzing sound for me to get emotionally prepared to handle the fact that Gary’s calling...
“Hello?” I answer with an exasperated sigh.
“Hello there! How is my favorite author?” says the chipper man’s voice on the other end.
“What can I do for you, Gary?”
“Well, I loved your first few pages. I really did, my darling! It was amazing. I just need you to tweak a few things.”
To tweak in author-code means to re-do several weeks’ worth of work and re-write the characters and basically go ahead and start over...
“A few things?” I accentuate my words.
“Yes. Just a small little change, my dear!” His optimist tone seems too energetic for my taste. “I’ll send you my notes, but it’s going to be brilliant, my darling! I can sense that you are really going in the right direction!”
“Alright,” I rub my temples to try to soothe an incoming headache. “I’ll take a look at it.”
I remember the days when I first started writing; it was just me and the blank pages. The words were so sweet to write; I was enthusiastic about perfecting my craft.
Like everything else in my life...I lost the passion and the purpose.
Now, it’s business.
I hand Gary a book.
He gives me a check.
Pure business.
“Hey, Babe!” Lee pops his head in, cookie crumbs falling from his face. “When’s dinner?”
“We might have to order out,” I sigh. “I just don’t have the time right now to make anything.”
His face lit up. “Okay! Taco with a Twist! And make sure they include my taco salad because last time they forgot my taco salad!”
“I know. Number 15 with an unsweet tea. Got it!” I mutter as I find my purse to head back out.
Driving in the car to the nearby Taco with a Twist, I can’t help but think about my husband...
*****
Lee used to be so outgoing. We would have quite the social life! My calendar was filled with fancy dinners, fun outings and traveling. I was attracted to his charm and energy.
I didn’t realize until years later that my man is truly an introvert and prefers to be, well... just with me. And once he put a ring on my finger, I guess he figures he doesn’t have to try as hard. Or some days, not at all.
I do wish I could have married someone else.
What my life could have been like...
I wouldn’t have to worry about bills piling up! I wouldn't be the one to manage the finances.
Lee settled into his editor job at the TV station and barely brings in a cash flow and on top of that, has absolutely no plans to get promoted or work up in his job. I guess he figures he can coast on my well-paid salary.
Years into the marriage, I became the bread winner.
I chose this... and the house, the responsibilities and thus life’s failures fall on me.
*****
I pull into the fast food place I know so well.
“Yes, can I have a number 15 with a taco salad and unsweet tea?” I yell into the screen. “And a number 10 for me with sour cream.”
“We are out of sour cream,” the worker casually answers back.
Of course, they are.
“Okay, then just the regular soft tacos please.”
“Your total is $10.11. Pay at the second window.”
I pull through and pay the worker with braces who takes a long time counting my change.
Is he even old enough to work here?
“I’m home!” I yell out while juggling drinks and bags in my hands. Lee comes bouncing up and gives me a kiss on the cheek as if I am being gently rewarded for providing dinner.
