Probably the only motto I have is, “Something bad always happens
on Valentine’s day.” It may be a slight
overstatement or exaggeration but for me a fairly accurate statement. V-Day to me is what Friday the 13th
is for some people. Bad Mojo. Unlucky.
Whatever you want to call it. I
try to keep a good outlook on the day. I
try to make the most of the day. I don’t
hold good Valentine’s Day’s against anyone else.
Here’s why I feel the way I feel…
I guess it started with my first boyfriend, who told me I made
his stomach hurt and left during dinner.
A dinner he had yet to touch, one I painstakingly cooked myself and had
a candlelit dinner set up in my room for (with my grandma’s permission of course). It was our first V-Day, I was 17.
Then at 23, Valentine’s Day was the day I absolutely knew
my husband (at the time) was cheating on me. I was deathly sick (back then I’d get
sinus infections that put me flat on my back for a week) that day and stayed
home from work. The
EX-Husband worked nights and so he didn’t know. When he got home, several hours late,
he was all pissed because I was home.
Then we got into a huge fight because he felt like if I was home I
should have been doing something productive like being outside pulling
weeds. We got into such a
huge fight about it that I dragged myself off the couch and sort of draped
myself on the sidewalk outside and started trying to pull the damn weeds. He mysteriously disappeared for a few more hours
after that (and did not help pull weeds) but when he got back I totally ended
up catching him in a lie. He had
said that he was with his friend G and that he was late getting home from work
because he had to go help G with some car issues. He, also, told me he had left
the house (mysteriously) because he had to go help G again. The only thing was...G had called for TE-H while
I was out pulling weeds & TE-H was not home. G ended up calling back later in the afternoon when
TE-H was back home so before going and passing the phone to him I trapped G
into admitting that nothing was wrong with his car and that he hadn’t seen TE-H
since the last time he had been over to the house for dinner. Long story short(er), TE-H left his
cell phone out while he as in the shower and his phone kept ringing. When TE-H
got out and went to go get his phone he said G had been calling (I guess to
explain why it was ringing the whole time) but I had looked at it and all the
calls were not from G’s #. They were
from a chick he worked with, the one I had suspicions of. Needless to say, the next night was our last
together before I asked for a divorce.
Then there was the year (late 20’s) two of my girl friends
and I got together for a Non-Valentine’s Day V-day and it ended up being the
beginning of the end of mine and Friend #1’s association with Friend #2. Literally, digging my eyes out with a
plastic spoon would have been more fun than our “discussion” with Friend
#2. It was hard to look at Friend #2 the
same after seeing how hypocritical she was.
I believe it was the next year that I woke up on V-day with a
tooth crisis and by the end of the day I had to have a tooth pulled. That year my V-Day present was Vicodine.
A year or two after that I had a secret admirer send me
flowers (at work) with a note requesting me to meet them at a restaurant for
dinner that night. I had my suspicions
but I decided to be brave and went (against my better judgment) and got stood
up. Not that I think I actually got
stood up. I think the whole thing was a
sick joke from my (then) internet stalker.
I tried to track down who sent the flowers prior to going but they were
ordered on-line so the shop who received them couldn’t tell (supposedly).
Three years ago I was with my ex-boyfriend, Will, and it was our
first Valentine’s Day together. In an
attempt to avoid some of the bad mojo and have a really nice date with my guy, I
planned a romantic dinner home but with take out. On our way to pick up our food I jinxed it by
saying, “Wow, it’s been almost all day and nothing bad has happened…” Yeah, about 5 minutes later a duck FROM OUT
OF NOWHERE literally walks in front of Will’s truck. There was no swerving to avoid it as there
was a car in the lane next to us. There
was no slamming on the breaks because there was a vehicle right behind us. There was nothing we could do. The damn duck could not have timed it any
better than he did; we got him square under one of the tires. Will threw his hand over my face so I wouldn’t
see anything (sweet but silly) but he didn’t realize that we would be able to
feel the impact and the bump of running over the poor stupid duck. In a sick way it’s sorta funny when I replay
it in my head now but at the time it was traumatizing. Anyone who knows me knows I. Love.
Ducks! What is really strange is there
wasn’t any water (or water places) that the duck could have been heading to, at
least not for a mile or so out. The way
the duck was moving was like he was out for a leisurely Sunday stroll. I have never seen a duck on that road before
or after this incident.
Those are all that easily come to mind right now. There were more. Just none that were as traumatic as the ones
I listed. I’m hoping I am in a few year lull
but I don’t know.
I had originally wanted to make plans so that my nephew, myself
and a friend of ours had a night exactly like the one my nephew and I ended up
having but he (the friend) died before I could ask. We were to be the 3 Single Amigo’s of Single’s
Awareness Day. His death and the circumstances
surrounding it kind of casted a shadow over this year’s V-Day. This last month has been pretty damn crappy
so I’m thinking that maybe Valentine’s Day decided to give me a pass this year
because without Nathan it sort of wasn’t a pass at all in a way.
Nick and I still had fun.
Nothing bad or even slightly crappy happened. We had good food, watched an entertaining
movie, and enjoyed hanging out. I’m
hoping next year will go the same. And
the year after that….
I’ll keep you posted.
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