For years I was the all-out romantic on St Valentine’s Day. Flowers, gifts, candy, special cards, the whole enchilada. Oh, and a romantic dinner usually on the day or near it. Everything was all “hearts and flowers,” pink and whatever.
Then things changed.
The event that changed this day for me was the last gift she gave to me near the end of our two-year relationship. It really was the last gift a woman I was dating or involved with gave me for the “holiday.” The Bible was truly the most heartfelt gift she had given me in the time we were together.
However, she gave it to me with such a half-hearted effort, kind of a “here’s your gift” attitude. She didn’t even inscribe it or sign it. And no card. I now know she had already found the man she is now married to and she was just waiting for the right time to break up with me. I was in the way and all that, right?
So why should I care these many years later? Well, for sure, I was head-over-heels in love with that woman (not the one who exists now) and I still believed we were an item. And why should I care how it impacts the holiday? You know when a holiday is commercialized for the sake of selling stuff and it ropes in your emotions, that smacks of commercialism. And it also brings back hurt that I am not really interested in feeling again.
So I’m done with this “holiday.”
It reminds me too much of her and the good times we had that are now just unimportant except to me.
And why vent here? Because I am sure I am not the only person who feels this way. Relationships are important and to over commercialize them and tug at emotions that get dredged up for the sake of selling stuff, that just doesn’t need to be. This blog, too, has become somewhat of my version of guidebook–my version of examples of life that maybe, just maybe, someone else can relate to and find solace in.
OK, let’s move on to important stuff. We are all where we are supposed to be.
Relentless
