Valentine's Day Round-Up
Look, this is full of angst, so skip if you want. Also, I know I owe you all like comments and shit. I promise, I'll get around to it. I'm the worst LJ friend ever. Forgive me?
Valentine's Day pisses me off. Like, I know it's this day that everyone is like, "oh, be thankful for the people who love you. Show them you care." Yada fucking yada. I have people in my life who love me and people that I love. Obviously. But, we all know, Valentine's Day is about that someone special, right?
I fucking hate Valentine's Day. And yeah, I know it was yesterday. Just, give me this, would you?
In my 31 years on this effin' planet, I have been in one - count it, ONE - relationship on Valentine's Day. We had been together for a little over three months and we had plans. He lived like an hour away, so we didn't see each other all the time, but we made plans. He'd drive over, we'd exchange presents, have dinner out and then... well... fuck like bunnies. Let's be honest, that's what was going to happen.
Anyway, he drove over, as planned. And we sat down to exchange gifts. He handed me 10 Things I Hate About You on DVD, not wrapped, and said, "Here you go."
That totes should have been my first clue, right? Like, right?! No, I was too fucking smitten. So, I hand him his gift. I had spent the whole night before wrapping it special. I wrapped it in silver paper and cut out red and pink hearts from other paper and taped it on and wrapped a giant-ass red bow around it. It was a long-sleeved MSU shirt that he'd been drooling over for like two months. It was awesome.
And then I attached the best card ever. And I finally wrote "I Love You" on the inside. We'd been together for three months and neither one of us had said it yet, but I felt it, you know? So, I was making this romantic gesture and just wrote it. It was easier than saying it out loud, because I was nervous. I'd never been in love before.
-_-
You know where this is going, don't you? Yeah, he opened the gift first - of course he did - did some like ridiculous fist pump and said, "Wow, thanks!" I was like, "this is gold." And then he opened the card.
No one ever wants to tell someone they love them (even if it's written) and then get the sympathy smile, but damn, that's so what I got. The sympathy smile, a half hug and a "Thanks."
Then he broke up with me.
On mother fucking Valentine's Day.
*shakes head*
I'm severely damaged. This was like nine years ago. Why can't I just fucking get over it? And the worst part... I just let it fuck with me every year and then I deal with it's aftermath for like another week.
To add insult to injury, my brother and dad went out of their way to get my sister, my mom and my daughter something for Valentine's Day this year. Each hand delivered (Gracie to school and my sister and moms to work) and nothing for me. You know, I wouldn't feel so bad about it if it had been like just my mom or something, but no. I was literally the only one in the family that spent the entire day just praying that this year wouldn't be as bad as the past. But. *shrug*
Such is life, right?
Fuck. I'm ending this now. You guys think I'm pathetic now. As you should. G'night.
Valentine's Day pisses me off. Like, I know it's this day that everyone is like, "oh, be thankful for the people who love you. Show them you care." Yada fucking yada. I have people in my life who love me and people that I love. Obviously. But, we all know, Valentine's Day is about that someone special, right?
I fucking hate Valentine's Day. And yeah, I know it was yesterday. Just, give me this, would you?
In my 31 years on this effin' planet, I have been in one - count it, ONE - relationship on Valentine's Day. We had been together for a little over three months and we had plans. He lived like an hour away, so we didn't see each other all the time, but we made plans. He'd drive over, we'd exchange presents, have dinner out and then... well... fuck like bunnies. Let's be honest, that's what was going to happen.
Anyway, he drove over, as planned. And we sat down to exchange gifts. He handed me 10 Things I Hate About You on DVD, not wrapped, and said, "Here you go."
That totes should have been my first clue, right? Like, right?! No, I was too fucking smitten. So, I hand him his gift. I had spent the whole night before wrapping it special. I wrapped it in silver paper and cut out red and pink hearts from other paper and taped it on and wrapped a giant-ass red bow around it. It was a long-sleeved MSU shirt that he'd been drooling over for like two months. It was awesome.
And then I attached the best card ever. And I finally wrote "I Love You" on the inside. We'd been together for three months and neither one of us had said it yet, but I felt it, you know? So, I was making this romantic gesture and just wrote it. It was easier than saying it out loud, because I was nervous. I'd never been in love before.
-_-
You know where this is going, don't you? Yeah, he opened the gift first - of course he did - did some like ridiculous fist pump and said, "Wow, thanks!" I was like, "this is gold." And then he opened the card.
No one ever wants to tell someone they love them (even if it's written) and then get the sympathy smile, but damn, that's so what I got. The sympathy smile, a half hug and a "Thanks."
Then he broke up with me.
On mother fucking Valentine's Day.
*shakes head*
I'm severely damaged. This was like nine years ago. Why can't I just fucking get over it? And the worst part... I just let it fuck with me every year and then I deal with it's aftermath for like another week.
To add insult to injury, my brother and dad went out of their way to get my sister, my mom and my daughter something for Valentine's Day this year. Each hand delivered (Gracie to school and my sister and moms to work) and nothing for me. You know, I wouldn't feel so bad about it if it had been like just my mom or something, but no. I was literally the only one in the family that spent the entire day just praying that this year wouldn't be as bad as the past. But. *shrug*
Such is life, right?
Fuck. I'm ending this now. You guys think I'm pathetic now. As you should. G'night.