This is why I hate this holiday..
My dad comes home, has 2 huge wrapped parcels in his arms and 2 smaller ones.. He hands one of the larger ones to me and the two smaller ones to my 2 brothers. I open it to be greeted by the sweetest smell of the freshest flowers.. roses and lilies and tulips.. My brothers open theirs and they've gotten gourmet packages of jellie bellies and a chocolate pop.
My mom comes home and one huge parcel is still on the table.. and she knows it's for her. She walks by it and starts yelling at my dad. Then, she walks by it again, and again, and again... When he finally gives up and tells her to open them, she gets angry and yells at him that she told him not to. What the fuck is her problem?! THAT is why I hate this time of year. THAT is why I don't believe I'll ever find anyone in this world.. I may hope.. but I don't believe.
Happy Valentine's Day... from your local cynic/realist.
My mom comes home and one huge parcel is still on the table.. and she knows it's for her. She walks by it and starts yelling at my dad. Then, she walks by it again, and again, and again... When he finally gives up and tells her to open them, she gets angry and yells at him that she told him not to. What the fuck is her problem?! THAT is why I hate this time of year. THAT is why I don't believe I'll ever find anyone in this world.. I may hope.. but I don't believe.
Happy Valentine's Day... from your local cynic/realist.