I hate Valentine’s Day.
Always have, hopefully won’t always.
Now, that doesn’t mean I didn’t go out and buy V-Day jammies and scandalous underwear, as I am happy to select a lucky winner who gets to see it. 😉
But the problem is, the day has been cursed for me for years. And I need to somehow build up some good karma to erase the past and make it, well, a not-sucktacular day, going forward.
IN THE BEGINNING, IT WAS GOOD
A few years back, I was in what turned out to be my longest-term relationship to date (six months — woo). And it wasn’t working.
Well, that’s not entirely true. It wasn’t working for me. He was nice, good-looking and all of that, but one day I awakened and realized that I rather enjoyed complaining about him more than I actually liked spending time with him. And it also dawned on me that the more time I spent with him, the more material I garnered to, well, hate him with.
For the record (and because I know for a fact that he checks in on this page intermittently), I didn’t hate him. I was young and absolutely not interested in the regular commitment thing. Or maybe it was just that we weren’t compatible. Or that he was nuts or that he drove me nuts. Whichever. 😉
In any event, I couldn’t escape him. We went to college together, we lived in the same neighborhood, my friends were his friends. If he called home and I didn’t happen to be there, he’d talk to whomever was available. If I wanted to spend an evening alone, he’d push his way in and plant himself on the couch. Or again, if I wasn’t there, he’d want to stay and wait.
It. Drove. Me. INSANE.
Don’t get me wrong, he had to have some spectacular qualities or else I wouldn’t have let him within 25 yards of me. But at the time I decided it was over, it was O-V-E-R. Once I lose interest, stick a fork in it because it’s done. It doesn’t mean I hate ya; just means I don’t feel like going down the same roads that exhausted me in the first place. The outcome never changes — why repeat the same mistakes when there are SO many more to be made? (HAHAHA)
ROLL ME BACK IN TIME
The short version of the story is that I broke up with him in either late January or early February of that year. I don’t know how he didn’t see it coming, or apparently I just THAT much of a prize 😉 but he didn’t take it well. He begged me to reconsider, but I didn’t want to.
So then, it happened. …