I can't stand Valentine's Day.
But unlike a lot of people, I don't say it's because of corporate greed, Hallmark, or because I'm lonely...
When I was younger (Read 13-15) I loved Valentine's Day. The romance, the ability to actually show that I cared for another person, the gentleness. Then she happened...
My first wife and I had martial relations for the first time together, and the first time for her, on Valentine's Day. She got pregnant. She later told me that she had lied about being on the pill because she wanted something to prove her love to me. She could have bought me a card. Not that I don't love the kid, but getting pregnant to prove your love is like lighting yourself on fire to prove you've had a good day.
I married her the following Valentine's Day. Deployed that evening, didn't see her for 6 months.
I divorced her third Valentine's Day. I wasn't even invited to the hearing. Thank you Federal Law that lets a spouse divorce a service member stationed overseas without representation.
If I was dating someone, I warned them weeks ahead of time that when Valentine's Day rolled around, don't expect me to act like Cupid just shoved a quiver full of arrows up my butt. Be thankful if they even got a smile.
Oh, yeah, and during Desert Storm I got a letter from my ex-wife containing pictures of our son and a note reading: "I hope you get captured and they torture you for a month before you die. PS-Your son hates you and hopes you die just as much as I do." on Valentine's Day.
I hated the holiday for years, until one year my wife burst into tears when, once again, I had not bought her anything or even told her Happy Valentine's Day. After that, I kept silent of my hatred of Valentine's Day, gritted my teeth, and bought presents.
Now, Valentine's Day has rolled around again, and my current wife has pnuemonia. Great Valentine's Day, huh? Sitting here listening to someone I care about struggle to breathe.
Oh joy. Shall I run out and get her some pollen filled dying botanicals to choke her up? How about some chocolate she can't eat because she keeps puking everything up? I know, a card! I'll leave her side, get her a card, then come back to find her dead because she couldn't find her inhaler.
Yeah, I love Valentine's Day. It's right up there with "Hit Me In The Face With An Axe" Day.