$!#@! It’s Valentine’s Day
I am always thankful for surviving that family-filled festival of hell most people call Xmas.. And New Years is fine: that’s when you ditch your family and hang with friends and / or just chill out. January sort of eases you back into the swing of things. But just when you thought it was safe to relax then along comes February!
The month of doom for anyone who is single or .. maybe worse .. for someone who’s living with a romantic slug.
It’s that time when every florist rubs their hands together with glee, every bookshop bursts with nauseating heart covered cards, cinemas air the most dreadful romantic movies, the television is awash with mush, every supermarket and candy store stocks up on heart shaped chocolates and every unattached / single person just thinks to themselves:
As I am sure most of us do – I have some lovely valentine’s day memories ..
Of course, I have some pretty horrible ones too. The worst would have to be the year before I left my husband.. It started so well – to say I was surprised but thrilled to get a dozen red roses delivered to me is an understatement.
I duly raced off and bought a dozen or so heart-shaped chocolates and some skanky red lingerie he’d hinted he found hot, before setting the chocolates up to lead him from the front door to the boudoir where I had arranged myself in a very obvious “I’m good to go!” sort of fashion.
The hubby came home at the usual time, walked to the bedroom doorway and said “hey”, whilst eating the chocolates and then wandered off mumbling something about a football game on the telly.
I lay there in total and utter disbelief. There is no other way to describe it.. This was 20 years ago now and as I type this, I can still recall the godawful feeling of being utterly, totally devastated. I was too shocked to even cry..
I just felt .. desolate..
Eventually I got up, cooked his dinner, damn near dropped it in his lap and went off to a (single!) gal pal’s house for the evening where we sat and watched chick flicks, ate chocolate, drank wine and had a lovely Valentine’s day evening eventually 😉
Fast forward a year and I spent my first Valentine’s day alone after ending what was a truly dreadful marriage. I bought myself some lilies (which I far prefer over roses), got a few gorgeous chocolates and hired a sappy movie.
I sat and blubbed my way thru said movie, scoffed the chocolates, admired the flowers and went to bed in an old but fave night-shirt. I’d thrown the lingerie out, it hurt too much to even see it.
Oh, I later found out that his secretary had arranged the flowers. She’d asked him if he’d done anything the morning of V-day and kept at him til eventually he threw her his credit card and said “if you wanna get her some flowers go for it”.. She told me this after we got divorced..
Anyway, this year, who knows what my Valentine’s day will bring!
But I do know this much – I don’t actually mind, whatever happens. Because at the end of the day, sure I’m single but for the most part I’m happy. I’m healthy, I have a fabulous circle of friends. Life is good (and always beats the alternative!)
So yeah, bring it Valentine’s day cos I’m kinda at peace with my world right now.
And that isn’t anything to sneeze at, if you ask me..
Posted on February 8, 2012, in Happy-ness, Humour, Love, Relationships and tagged Blogs, Dating, Hope, Humor, Life, Lifestyle, Love, Marriage, Online dating, personal, Quotes, Random, Rants, Relationships. Friendship, Valentine's Day. Bookmark the permalink. 20 Comments.