“You don’t want a guy who will buy you a Valentine one day
out of every year, anyway; You want a guy who will make you his Valentine every
day of the year.” ~ me
Did you hear that Cupid? Make that happen!
I dislike Valentine’s Day. It’s one of those awkward
‘holidays.’ If you’re single, you become painfully aware of just how single you
are when you log onto Facebook and your wall is saturated with every attached ‘friend’ posting about how happy they are in their
relationships because their significant other made it to Target or Walmart in
time to grab a card, flowers and chocolate.
If you’re attached, the pressure to find the perfect
Valentine that will guarantee to drop a girl’s panties is tremendous. And what
girl isn’t trying to put together the bro-quet that will catapult her to ‘Best
Girl Ever’ status and perhaps even garner the label of ‘girlfriend?’
The stress is second only to that of trying to buy the Holy
Grail of Christmas gifts – or any gift, especially when you are terrible at
buying gifts for people.
Like me. The only person worse at buying gifts than me is my ex: he once bought me an animal print snuggie for my birthday.
Lucky for me, I’ve been single for V-day for seven years,
even though I had been in a relationship for the last three and a half. Don’t
ask me to explain the math on that one, it’s a long story but suffice it to say
it’s also a very entertaining, learning experience that I am sure to share one
day soon.
One of the things I’m known for is giving advice. I’m pretty
good at it where it concerns everyone else’s issues in general or in
relationships. But my own personal life is not that simple. I used to think I was a victim, until
recently. I realized that I stopped being a victim when I could identify the
fact that I’m being wronged, but still refuse to take myself out of a situation.
Especially the times I would stand up for myself and extract from a toxic situation, then put myself
back in it – choosing to stick around trying to become the exception.
There is no exception to any rule, regardless of what that
book or movie told you. Things are what they are – people treat you the way you
allow them to treat you and if you don’t respect yourself, why should they? Especially when you change who you are to be what you think someone else wants you to be ... don't you shake your head at me. We've ALL done it. I'm just admitting to it.
Now, here I am, just before moving back to be with my
daughter full time and make up for my poor decisions and having to pick up the pieces and start over once again. After successfully spending every major holiday, to include my
birthday, for the last three years alone, going pretty much broke and suffering
third degree emotional damage, I finally snapped.
Actually, it was more like I slowly woke up and smelled my own stupidity. It came after a conversation that took place in a
gentlemen’s club (where all important heart-to-hearts should take place) with
an unlikely source of clarity.
I owe that guy a big thank you, even if I stopped him from
telling me things he thought I should know, but I knew from the look on his
face those things would hurt me even deeper.
So, dude, you know who you are – and I’m sure you’re reading
this because you’ve admitted to stalking my blog online – thank you.
In the unhappiness I’ve experienced over the last eight
months, I’m looking forward to starting over and forgetting this experience. I
know I should consider this a lesson learned, and maybe after the first time
things went sour I could say that. But at this point, the things I learned
about myself don’t make me feel as good as what I learned last time.
It wasn’t all that bad; But every day that I accepted less
than I deserved was another day away from my daughter who means so
much to me, but whom I felt I had chosen another life over. Whatever I told myself the reason was, whether
it was to build a family she could be a part of or for a job when I was
unemployed, it was the wrong decision. I've always known that.
So, today, I am leaving Texas. I have a
kid that loves and needs me, friends that love and want me, and soon, my
parents will be close to me. Although
this is not where I saw myself at this point in my life, I guess it’s better than some
of the places I could have ended up.