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This flippin’ day again.

I would consider myself a romantic usually, but on this particular day each year, I feel about the farthest thing from that as it serves as nothing but a cruel reminder of a time of great sadness,  receiving some top-grade gas-lighting ending in betrayal.

Happy Valentine’s Day everyone! 

The build up to it has been pretty stressful and in an insecure misguided attempt for validation and acceptance, I stumbled blindly back onto a dating app this week (I know, I know…), but after a couple of messages of love (one from my son and one from one of my best friends) this morning, I immediately deleted my account, because this wretched day shall pass, but tomorrow my son and best friend will remain. 

For what remains of this day, I’m going to work hard and around this and spend the time in the company of family and friends for whom my love is truly reciprocated.

As for all you happy couples and lovers out there….a) how does that work, then? and b) have a fantastic day and instead of dubious cards and gifts, just make sure you let your partner know how much they mean to you and how ridiculously lucky you are to have them in your life.

Failing that: a box of Dairy Milk should do it.

Peace and love.

x

Addendum: I actually ended up having a really nice day which included a hot choc with a good friend, a brew and a laugh with my sister and nephew and a lovely night in with the wee ones.

I also forgot to add that there is a delicious irony in the fact that all of my children are currently happily coupled up!