Yes - but she has been having a very tough time lately…big promotion, no kids yet, 30’s…Hmmmm what else can I say.
I ended up buying Mrs.P something very nice.
This is why people, esp. men, hate Valentine’s Day. Because there are women who say things like this to their SO’s, create these bizarre (and expensive) expectations that prop up what amounts to a Hallmark holiday.
Also, I don’t understand the appeal of cut flowers at all. They are expensive, they die all over the place, cats eat them and barf, they are the severed sex organs of plants… what could be less romantic?
That said, I didn’t even have the option of fighting with my SO. I was snowed in and didn’t get to see him. 
I would have liked to hang out with him whether it was VD or not. Ah well. Next year.
Yeah, we’re not exactly fighting, but we’re all sick. Well, that’s not quite true. He WAS sick, and is now mostly over it, except when I ask him to play with the baby so I can nap or go get me some more Airborne at the Walgreens across the street or drive the older kid to school, since he can’t ride his bike in the snow and I shouldn’t be outside right now. Then he’s suddenly “too sick…cough, cough”. Grr. So frickin’ annoying. Who was going out to buy him medicine and making him soup and sympathetic noises and playing with the baby all day at the other end of the apartment so he could sleep last week when he really was sick? Yeah, me, of course. And yet I’m somehow still on default Baby Duty (and a sick 2 year old is just so much fun, lemme tell you) with a head full of snot and lymph glands swollen out to here.
Neither of us has even mentioned Vday.
I feel so sexy. Not.
I’ve had one nice Valentine’s Day. That was five years ago. Five years is rather more for a teenager than it is for someone in his fifties.
I hate the damned ‘holiday’.
That is where I get lucky. No one wants other flowers on Valentine’s Day, and my SO loves Lillies…so I went to the flower shop and got a nice bunch of lillies for half off! Everyone was waiting in line for roses. Definitely made me day better.
Brendon
I wouldn’t say we’re fighting so much as I am trying to decide whether or not I want to end things with her. We’ve been dating for 2 1/2 years and 2007 has been an ongoing struggle with her, I can’t think of one memory from the past month and a half that hasn’t been tainted by her negativity. Fights have increased in their frequency. Things go back further than the past month and a bit but I’m at a breaking point. I just think we’ve grown apart and I’m not interested in being with someone who doesn’t enjoy enough of the same interests as me. I don’t know if I love her anymore.
I’ve never broken up with someone before and I’m petrified of doing so. Hell, I’ve never been in a relationship where someone was more fond of me than I was of them. I just don’t know what to do.
My subscription for the past year was worth it just for this post.
I admit it, ruining Valentine’s Day was my fault this year. She put forth some effort, I didn’t.
Yup, me and my sweetie almost never fight, but today was the day.
I made a special dinner and got out my pretty nightie. Even put on a little eyeliner and lip gloss, which is an amazing feat for me. Negotiated with one daughter to watch younger daughter and planned on a sweet quiet night.
Strike one:
He came home from work in an unshakable bad mood.
Strike two:
He forgot it was Valentines day. I wasn’t looking for a gift (although I’ll admit I like a nice surprise now and then although money is very tight right now) just…I don’t know, maybe SOME sort of enthusiasm for my efforts. He just rolled his eyes and said “sorry” and walked off to the other room to listen to his music.
Strike three:
He made a nasty crack about me not being able to keep up with my money when half the time I can’t find my money because he’s taken it from my purse. Which is perfectly fine since it’s HIS money, but I don’t lose money. Ever. He does. And it just didn’t sit well with me, his making that crack.
So we haven’t spoken all night and he’s already in bed. And I’m wearing my funky old comfy pjs and eating dinner alone.
But it’s not so bad. We’ll make up tomorrow and all will be fine again.
Stupid Valentines day. Any other day and it would have been no big deal at all and right now I feel like it’s mostly my fault we didn’t make up before he went to sleep.
Nope…quite the opposite. 'im indoors turned up unexpectedly on the doorstep last night with two big bouquets of flowers and we went out with a couple of friends for the evening. I hadn’t expected to see him yesterday because he’s working away during the week. I’m still all happy today!
My father apparently did that, I think it should be grounds for divorce… Just as Mom (already half-asleep) was settling down and snuggling in, he’d say “you know, I was thinking…” SiL does it to Bro. One of my uncles to his wife. Another aunt to her husband. One of my uncles has a different take: he’ll do it when his wife is cooking. A friend does it when his wife’s in the shower.
Is it compulsory to have one of the two be oblivious to when is Not A Good Time?
They must think that it is a good time because the other person is distracted enough by what they’re doing, or just by being half-asleep and comfortable, and that makes it The Perfect Time For That Talk.
They must take a class or something. 
Got through dinner last night with no fighting. He seemed to realize that I wasn’t thrilled with his actions tuesday night and made an effort to be pleasant. So we managed to have a good time and things seem to have settled back down.
At least until he decides to bring ‘the topic’ up again.
My girlfriend declared it the worst Valentine’s Day ever. It was (mostly) not my fault, though. I was able to get flowers to her, which made her happy. She was upset when she called me and I didn’t realize it was V-Day. To be fair, though, she called me before my alarm went off, I hadn’t really gotten my bearings yet. Mostly, though, she was upset because of her ongoing feud with her roommate (were best friends going in, now hate each other. . .it happens, unfortunately), and because I couldn’t make it up to see her because of all the snow and awful weather that makes the roads unsafe to drive on. We’re going to see each other tomorrow, though, so things should be better then.
Same as last year, I gave her a card and a box of truffles. She gave me nothing and went to bed.
I’m done with it.
Went and made homemade cards for my son and my husband. Got my son a little cake, got my husband his favorite candy, got the dog a special treat.
Ended up buying myself my OWN damn candy. And this was on the way home from running an errand for my husband! I will say, he brought me a beer last night, once, while we were watching the tape of Bonanza. Woo hoo!
This is getting to be habitual with those two (and I know it’s probably my fault so don’t harp on me) - what they did at Christmas, now Valentine’s Day, it’s my birthday in three weeks and I bet I get zip for that too. Even dinner out would have been nice. And nobody even said Happy Valentine’s Day…
We had a joint account for 9 years before we got married. We lived together and accumulated all our bills together. It only makes sense.
Well, I didn’t get out much yesterday (still pretty cold), but the Chinook is in town today, so I’ll be off to buy myself copious amounts of chocolate and something nice.
RushGeekGirl - aren’t those unshakable bad moods the BEST!? Especially when they have absolutely nothing to do with you, but you still get to put up with the poopy husband. What fun.
/Hijack
I went through this recently. After 6 years of staying together for the children, I was beginning to resent my husband, and well on the way to hating him. I decided to end it before I did really hate him and couldn’t bear to speak with him. I may have left it a bit late. (we were married 19 years)
Even though you didn’t ask for sympathy, you have it.
Wow, this thread is full of bummers. I mean, I know that was pretty much the subject matter of the OP and all, but I’d be in a funk if it weren’t for this post that made me smile:
Atta girl!
That and the fact that I got some sweet lovin’ by McWife last night.
Mmm. I’m not too clear on what the benefit is supposed to be, myself. A joint chequing account I could see, for rent/groceries/bills, etc. Would make things simpler.
But that’s not what she means – she means savings specifically. The rationale has to do with helping me sort my finances out, somehow – and there’s absolutely no question that she’s the authority in that department. I’m just getting on my feet financially after a few years of being a total slacker.
It’s weird because nothing is written in stone right now, and she often seems quite ambivalent about the whole deal, although I’d be quite content to knock her up and put a ring in my nose tomorrow.
If it were anyone else I’d be sure it was a transparent scheme to make a grade-a sucker out of me, but as long as I’ve known her she’s been ethical to a fault, pretty much.
I think her motivations are pure – she’s better off than I am in that department and I’m sure she’d just like to see me get it together a little faster… but I don’t get it. 
She brought it up again today, and still the same huffiness.
Apart from that, last night we had a late night demi-argument about education. Somehow we got on about how I never completed high school (I’ve been working since I was 15) and she was somehow appalled at my attitude about it. I’m not sure why. “You should!” she says. I guess if and when I want to pursue some post-secondary courses, I’ll take the time to do the GED, but I don’t see the value in it otherwise. I don’t get it. It’s not as though my education is below the high-school level – I can do algebra, calculus, symbolic logic, etc… I have a decent grasp of history and geography, I have a good grasp of English, basic understanding of organic chemistry, etc… etc… It seems she finds it unacceptable that I don’t have a diploma. She opines that I will be considered unemployable in Quebec without one. What the…?
Who asks to see a thirty-something-year old person’s high school diploma? I’ve never been asked for such a thing. It seems obvious to me that if someone has never learned the sorts of things that your supposed to learn in high school, it should be obvious from the interview process.
I don’t understand – she implied that there was something fundamentally lacking in me because I didn’t stick it out until graduation, and that I should be ashamed. I could tell she was really upset, too; she turns as red as a beet.
Fuck. Woke up with that on my mind.