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How My Valentine’s Day Went From ‘Suckey’ to ‘Great’
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ere we go again. Valentines Day. The day when all women think, “I hope he proposes,” “I can’t believe I’m alone, again,” “Dear Husband, please try not to blow it this year” or “Seriously, who cares?” I care and you want to know why? My ex left my house on Saturday, October 30th, 2004. Six years later, on Saturday, October 30th 2010, I fell in love for the first time in my life. I was married for 14 years and we always made Valentines Day a quasi big deal. We’d buy a gift for one another. He’d cook my favorite meal. I’d pretend to love him, you know, same old, same old. Then he left and for the next six years, I was Valentine-less. Please believe me when I say I was heartbroken year after year, the day would arrive and there would be no gift, no delicious meal, no pretending that I gave a rat’s ass whether my Valentine lived or died…it pretty much sucked. Of course, I wasn’t conscious of the fact that I honestly didn’t really even like the man. What I was conscious of, on that day, year after year, was that I was not alone and that was all that mattered.
By Jessica Bern
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