For the last 5 or 6 years of my marriage it was absolute torture having to endure Valentine’s day. I wasn’t in love, and neither was she, but we played the game and went through the motions: chocolates, flowers, cards.
Holy fuck it was hard. The hardest part was picking a card. A card that wasn’t gushing of love and beauty and wonderfulness of life together. Jesus Christ that was painful.
Anyway, I no longer have to do that, and when (if?) I do return to the relationship scene I really hope I have someone to love with whom I can pour my heart out and genuinely mean it. No charades.
(Yeah, heart on sleeve and all that shit.)