I hate Valentine’s Day. There...I’ve said it.
It may be cynical and unpopular, but I hate it. I may feel differently under different circumstances but I am married to an unromantic, non-sentimental man who, it seems, rarely thinks of what would make me happy. That is coupled with the fact that, for me, this is the 4th holiday in row that is about thoughtfulness and giving and it just drives home all of the above (go back to unromantic, non-sentimental, thoughtless). I do not get Christmas gifts, or anniversary gifts (Dec 30th) or birthday gifts (Jan 21st) or Valentine’s gifts. That’s alot of let down in a period of a month and a half. It’s not so much that I need flowers and gifts, it’s the fact that the days are all but ignored. Out of all four, I rec’d a birthday card. No special anniversary dinner with just us...no birthday dinner out at a restaurant of my choice (although apparently the night I said “I’m going to Taco Mac...you can come if you want.” somehow counted as a birthday dinner). I’m not even sure, while we were basically cooped up in the house on a snowy Valentine’s, that I even got a “Happy Valentine’s Day” from anyone. It’s a hateful disappointing day and I don’t like it.
I know what you must be thinking, It may be cynical and unpopular, but I hate it. I may feel differently under different circumstances but I am married to an unromantic, non-sentimental man who, it seems, rarely thinks of what would make me happy. That is coupled with the fact that, for me, this is the 4th holiday in row that is about thoughtfulness and giving and it just drives home all of the above (go back to unromantic, non-sentimental, thoughtless). I do not get Christmas gifts, or anniversary gifts (Dec 30th) or birthday gifts (Jan 21st) or Valentine’s gifts. That’s alot of let down in a period of a month and a half. It’s not so much that I need flowers and gifts, it’s the fact that the days are all but ignored. Out of all four, I rec’d a birthday card. No special anniversary dinner with just us...no birthday dinner out at a restaurant of my choice (although apparently the night I said “I’m going to Taco Mac...you can come if you want.” somehow counted as a birthday dinner). I’m not even sure, while we were basically cooped up in the house on a snowy Valentine’s, that I even got a “Happy Valentine’s Day” from anyone. It’s a hateful disappointing day and I don’t like it.
