Post V-Day
Yes, well, it had been a while since I posted anything about my dysfunctional relationship with my husband. To be honest, most of it had been similar activities, so there was a lot repetition. But being Valentine's Day, he decided to really do something special.

V-Day morning. I am sitting on the couch sipping coffee and watching the BBC News. He sits down next to me and says, "Do you have a Valentine?" I respond, "No". Note: There was not much tone. Simply answered as if it was an ordinary question.

He then leans over and kisses my cheek. I turn to him and say quizzically, "Does that mean that you are my Valentine?"

He responds, "Who me? That wasn't me. Someone just ran in the room, kissed you and ran out."

Great. I am married to a 12-year-old.

And that was pretty much the highlight of the V-Day celebrations. While I think it is a terrible, made up, and overly commercialised non-holiday, you cannot help feeling a bit crap when that is the extent of what you get from your husband.