Post Valentine’s Purge

I didn’t post this on Valentine’s Day because heaven forbid I taint someone’s heart-shaped chocolates with my sour grapes, but for cryin’ out loud, could you keep your love to yourself? Not all of us receive flowers or teddy bears on this particular day, ya know. It should be called Salt in the Wounds Day for those of us who aren’t partnered up.

I’m glad you got a dozen roses. I genuinely am. But by insisting that I smell them you aren’t saying, “Look! I got flowers!” You’re saying, “Look! I got flowers… and you didn’t.” And believe me, I’m already well aware of that fact.

So enjoy your day. Revel in the fact that you are loved. But try and be just the tiniest bit sensitive to those of us who are walking barefoot through the jagged shards of our grief or broken hearts. Don’t offer me pity chocolate (it only proves you don’t like the ones with the almond centers). I’ll buy some for myself on the day after, when it goes on sale.

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Author: The View from a Drawbridge

I have been a bridgetender since 2001, and gives me plenty of time to think and observe the world. View all posts by The View from a Drawbridge