Feeling Blue Today

I must have "STUPID" etched into my forehead because there is no other rational reason for why Blackstar treats me like I'm a moron.

As the awful love holiday descended upon us, and after back to back bridal and baby showers this last weekend, coupled with a birthday that was creeping up, it was the perfect storm for a major freakout. And I freaked out.

Blackstar, naturally, opted for the avoid-and-pretend route. He claimed last week that he had to "work" through the long Valentine's Day weekend, which we both knew was code word for he was going to spend that weekend with another lady. I told him I wasn't having it, he doesn't call all week (ergo confirming I was right), doesn't send me flowers for the first time in 7 years (further confirmation that there's another girl in the picture), and then on Sunday (AFTER V-day, of course), calls me to leave this pitiful message, like nothing had happened: "Baby, your last text seemed kind of angry so I decided to give you some time. I hope your Valentine's Day went well and you're well."

Uh, WTF, right??!!?? Are you with me on this?? I'm sure this phone call was because the afore-mentioned lady friend who he spent Valentine's Day with had left for the weekend. Right, like he really wanted to give me "time" for things to blow over. Seriously, does it say stupid on my forehead?

Hate Valentine's Day As Much As I Do?

Something obnoxious about public displays of affection that makes me hate Valentine's Day. What's the point? The dumb holiday just makes you feel angry and bitter if you're alone, and if you're in a relationship, you feel obligated to do something romantic cuz if you forget, your inconsiderate ass has just ruined everything. So, again I ask: what's the point?

I know, I know ... I'm jealous blah blah blah. Bite me.

Here's a funny e-card for all the haters.

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