Romance

A Valentine’s Day Secret

This blog post brought to you by a bottle of red wine and a box of assorted dark chocolates, both of which were bought by me, for me.

Psst. Wanna know a secret?

I hate Valentine’s Day.

Twice a year, I let the calendar get to me a lot more than I should. Valentine’s Day is one of those two occasions. And even though it’s not even February yet, the big ol’ V-Day curse is haunting me and depressing me.

You see, I’ve never celebrated Valentine’s Day with a boyfriend, lover or partner. Never. Ever. For some reason, fate laughs at me, and I’m always single on Valentine’s Day, left alone to watch all the other happy people surrounding me as they celebrate their love for each other.

The only time I wasn’t single on Valentine’s Day was when I was dating or married to my now ex-husband, and even when we were dating he didn’t celebrate Valentine’s Day. He didn’t see the point. He already had me following him around like a dope because I was so head over heels for him, so why should he do anything out of the ordinary for me? He didn’t think he had to because he knew my love for him was assured. Hence, he never once bought me a card, flowers, chocolates, jewelry or even wished me a happy Valentine’s Day. Instead, it was just another ordinary day to him. I bought him cards, wrote him love letters, bought him candy and gave him flowers. He just didn’t return the sentiments.

So even though I had a partner on Valentine’s Day for so many years, I still had to watch others lugging roses from their boyfriends around campus, or in later years, posting pictures of them on Facebook with notes about how amazing their partners were. Me? Nope. Nothing to post. Nothing at all.

This year all the Valentine’s Day marketing seems to have started earlier than usual, and it already has put me in my February funk. While Valentine’s Day is still more than two weeks away, I can pretty much be assured I won’t be having kinky sex then to celebrate my love for a man or his love for me. Instead, I’ll be here drinking my wine and binge eating my chocolates. Alone.

Valentine’s Day really sucks for the singles, y’all. No matter how much “Singles Appreciation Day” spin you try to put on it, when you want to be in a relationship and aren’t, it just is no fun to watch everyone else around you celebrating their romantic love with their partners.

©2018 WoodLeatherLace.com

I Hope You Dance

To me there is a difference between loving someone and being in love with them. Loving someone is fairly easy for me to do. I love deeply and easily. I definitely love many of my friends and, of course, my children. Being in love with someone is a different sensation. It’s eros rather than philia, agape or storge.

I have loved many men and I have been in love with many men in my life. The love for those men never leaves. It fades into the background and no longer is so dominant in my heart, but I will always love the men who have a place in my heart even after they have hurt me deeply and/or we have parted ways.

However, being in love with another person eventually fades. It’s not just lust. It’s a deeper emotion than that. It’s the passion and excitement that we share when we are in a sexual and/or emotional romantic relationship with another human. When the relationship ends, it’s this part that usually hurts so much: letting go of the “in love” with that man before I was ready to end things between us.

For me, the way I know that I am no longer in love with a past partner is when I can be happy for them in their new relationships. I no longer wish I was with them, though I may still love the vivid memories I have of the moments we shared. However, I eventually reach a point where I am easily able to say that I am glad they have moved on, and more importantly, I am glad they have found another.

There’s no time scale for when falling out of love happens for me. Sometimes it takes weeks. Sometimes it takes years. I don’t know if the depth of my love for that man factors in. Sometimes it seems completely random as to why it’s easier to fall out of love with a man than with others. However, when I reach that point of being happy that the person is loving another, then I know I have healed from losing them in my life. I love the way Lee Ann Womack says it:

God forbid love ever leave you empty handed…
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens
Promise me that you’ll give faith a fighting chance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance

I have reached that point with all of my past loves except the most recent. My heart still hurts over him. I know we can’t be together again for so many reasons, but if I were to see him with another woman now, I would hurt. I’m so ready for my heart to reach that place of peace where I can honestly say to him, “I am so happy you found her and that she is making you happy again.” Each day I get closer to reaching that point. I hope that it happens soon because I truly do want him to be happy, and I want to be happy about him being in love with someone else when he finds her.

©2017 WoodLeatherLace.com