First Valentine’s Day being a divorcee. And you know what? I have not been disappointed. Wanna know why? I had zero expectations. This is probably the least disappointed I’ve been on V-Day in oh, I don’t know, 14 years? Maybe 15? I know the power of having zero expectations, just sometimes I forget.
It really is a terrible holiday. One of my bumble squad was telling me that one year, about 20 years ago, she was going through a particularly rough break up. She went out with one of her best guy friends and ended up for the first and only time in her life….smoking crack. HAHAHAHAHAHA She said she was absolutely shit canned, was handed the pipe and smoked it, just one hit. The next day was a hard one as she felt like a very dirty crack whore and wanted to take a bath. But, the hot water was out in her shitty apartment so she was heating up water on the crappy gas stove and pouring it in the tub. It all sounds very sad and a good solid reason to stay away from crack.
Steve was never very good at V-Day, or anniversaries. Two years ago, on our anniversary, I cooked dinner (and I NEVER do that). The kids were there, but I just thought it would be nice for us to sit and have dinner. He came upstairs, grabbed his plate and headed back to the basement because “Phil Mickelson was getting ready to do something special” in some dumbass golf tournament.
I zipped onto Facebook last night and lo and goddamn behold, his girlfriend was in my people you may know section. I clicked on her profile. Believe it or not, I haven’t stalked her profile before. And, I’ll be damned if there isn’t a picture that she posted of a group out to dinner and there she was, with Steve and MY neighbors. She’s already Facebook friends with some of them. Once again, I’ve already been replaced. It just seemed like I got replaced so quickly? As with the picture from Christmas, I’m just reminded that I never got this far when I was planning my exit. Planned it allllllll the way up until I get replaced.
Don’t misunderstand, though. I’m not brooding, I’m not pissed, I’m not sad. In fact, this is probably the first Valentine’s Day in, I don’t know, we’ll shorten it to 7 years, that I won’t end up crying in the shower. I’m fucking happy. It’s just weird. That’s all.
Bumble. Stumble 