I recall my High School Home Ec teacher. She was missing half of two fingers on her left hand from a childhood ranch accident. A very interesting story, she started every quarter by telling it to the new kids and warning them about using tools correctly. She told lots of stories; there are long minutes when food is in the oven and we'd all swap tales.
Once she told the story about a man she dated in college. Things were getting serious, and a mutual friend asked him where he planned to put the ring; on her stubby left ring finger, or her perfect right ring finger. The beau had not noticed up to this point that her two fingers on her left hand had been partially amputated and asked about it. Then he started making excuses until they drifted apart. She was mad because he didn't break it off officially, and she thought it a stupid reason to break up, as he had never even noticed the handicap on his own. Plus, it wasn't a deformity that could be passed on to offspring, which she would have understood too (being raised a rancher girl). A few years later, she heard through the grapevine that he'd lost a thumb in a roping incident. She didn't contact him in any way but joked that she thought about asking, if they ever meet again, if the lost thumb ended up being a dealbreaker for his wife.