He had moved and they were expecting a chocolate child.
What I truly missed on this Hallmark Holiday, are the last-minute gold and diamond trinkets he used to rush out and buy me. I miss his guilt gifts.
The next year, I decided I needed to find a new way to celebrate Valentine’s Day. Instead of dwelling on what I no longer had, I would focus on what I still had/have — good humor. While my ex-husband was living in a McMansion with his new family , I was wasting away in “Margaritaville.”
The guests at my pity party had long gone, but the party on my face was going strong. I needed to put down the shaker and shake my mind maker – writing. I used to write everyday. Okay, not everyday, but I thought about it everyday. I am writing now. Word.
I’ve had my heart-broken many times since my divorce. I still get, “can’t we be friends,” from men who don’t know the meaning of friendship, or they wouldn’t ask such a moronic question.
Today, I will not receive flowers, chocolates or Victoria’s Secret thongs (which are just plain wrong.)
Tomorrow, I will go to the drug store and buy myself a big box of chocolates marked, 50% – Rose boxers, too. Because I am worth it and so are you!