I’m not normally one to complain. I try to look on
the bright side of things, find the positive, the beauty, but today I
make an exception. Today is Valentine’s Day and I’m single and it
sucks.
The being single part has it’s good points
and it’s bad points. I’d rather be single than with the wrong person. When I was married the SOB gave me a dozen long stem red roses every Valentine's Day but treated me like crap the other 364 days of the year. You couldn't pay me to go back to that. I have grown and become stronger in many ways as a single person
because I have had no choice. But on February 14, being single
sucks.
I will see flowers delivered to others at work
today. I will see co-workers go out with their significant others for a
special lunch. Tomorrow I will hear about the fabulous night they were
treated to tonight. My daughter will come home
and tell me about the fabulous gift that her boyfriend gave her. Even
my 13 year old son will come home and tell me how much his girlfriend
liked the teddy bear and candy he gave her.
I will have no such tales, no such gifts. If I
turn on the TV tonight there are bound to be love stories on and I will
likely click right past them and pull out the very good horror story I’m
reading right now! (Review coming soon!)
I won’t be a grouch today though. I will smile and
celebrate the happiness of my friends and family right along with
them. I will “Ooo” and “Aah” over the new jewelry that my co-workers
bring in tomorrow to show off. And I truly will
be happy for them. But I will also secretly feel lonely and left out
and wish that I had similar experiences to share about this year’s
Valentine’s Day. Have I mentioned that it really sucks?