Oh goody.  Here come's Valentine's Day.  Can you feel my enthusiasm? Probably not.  I'm not a big fan of it.  So, if you dislike Valentine's Day as well, don't worry. You are not alone!

I haven't always been this way.  But in a way, I guess, I have.  Confusing right?  I can remember being excited in elementary school for Valentine's Day.  Mostly because we got to eat candy during the school day.

But there was always a little bit of apprehension too.  For example: Did I get the right Valentine's Day cards? Did I remember everyone?  Will "So and so" know that his is more special than the others?  Will I get any cards? From who?

Ugh! The pressure! Needless to say, it stressed me out.  Then as a teen, it was all excitement when I had a boyfriend and depression when I didn't.  But that's normal for a teen isn't it?

Then as an adult.  Oh boy, here we go.  Needless to say, I had a bad experience or two.  One time, in particular, comes to mind.  I was in a relationship and it of course, it happened to be the big "V-Day".  I really didn't have high hopes of it being a big deal.  I was 100% right.

I went to work without an "I love you" or "Happy Valentine's Day" or even "Have a good day".  I was a bit bummed.  I thought that maybe he would surprise me during the day and that was the plan.  Wrong, wrong, wrong.  No phone calls, no flowers, no nothing.

I felt pretty low by the time I got home that night.  I had one sliver of hope left. When I walked through the door though, they were pretty much dashed to pieces.  He informed me that he had gotten hungry and went ahead and cooked dinner(seems like this would be a good thing, right?). Nope.  He then told me that he went ahead and ate, but did leave me some food in the microwave, if I was interested.

I tried not to jump to any conclusions, but this didn't seem to be going good.  Not at all.  As I went to the kitchen, I saw it. There it was. On the table.  Flowers and a heart shaped box.  My heart raced a bit, I almost smiled. I knew it, I knew he wouldn't just blow me off. Wrong. Again.

As I got closer, I noticed that the flowers were in really bad shape.  Like dead, dead.  But, I still held out on complete disappointment.  There was still the heart shaped box.  As I picked it up, I noticed something strange about it.   Where was the plastic wrapping on it? Hmmm.  I opened the box.  I stared.  It took me  minute to realize what I was looking at.  Do you know what it was?

A half eaten box of crap chocolate! I turned to stare at him.  He just smiled and said that he was still hungry, and so...he ate it. I will admit it .  I threw a bit of a tantrum.  It was the most awful Valentine's Day I had ever!  Needless to say(again), that this relationship was doomed.  I mean, come on, who does that kind of crap?

I think you should tell the people you love, that you love them, all of the time, all year long.  It shouldn't be focused on holiday.  If it is, then I hate to say it, but you've got some problems heading your way.

Now, I'm not saying that I haven't had good Valentine's Day's.  Because I have.  I've even had more good ones than bad. My oldest son was born on February 14th and I love him to pieces.  He's the one redeeming quality of that day, in my mind.  I'm just a bit...jaded in this area.  Pathetic, right? Oh well.

Anyways.  Now you know why I am the way I am.  I know I'm not the only out there that has experienced this kind of horror story of a day.  If you care to, share your Valentine's Day horror stories below.