Thanks KML! I will put a quick escape bag in the car.

I was thinking about Valentine's Day. I was trying to visualize a quilt I wanted to make. And my happy heart I was picturing in my head turned into a heart with a dagger in it. Then the dagger turned into a long thin saint statue piercing the heart. The saint has the same name as my husbands middle name and OW's given name. (Part of why they are destined to be together) So much for that quilt idea......

I have had 33 years of miserable Valentine's Days. 33 years ago my sister reminded my now H, then BF that it was going to be our first Valentine's Day together. She walked he and I to Zales, where we picked out the tiniest pair of white gold hoops for me. I am pretty sure there was no card involved. A few months later he bought me a promise ring which cost $110.

Once, years ago, he was away on a military trip and I got flowers on Valentine's Day. I was so confused. I thought the delivery guy had the wrong house. Turns out one of the guys he was travelling with had a wife with a flower shop, and all the guys were cohersed into ordering flowers at the same time.

He has given me flowers maybe 10 times all together since Jan 1979 when we started dating. That is for birthdays, anniversaries, V Day, surgeries, births of children. He just doesn't see these things as important.

So this year, with his on again, off again attitude, and the still horrible feelings I have left from him giving me an anniversary card signed "Love, His Name" then THE NEXT DAY telling me he really wanted OW, I think I will skip the card.

He was wanting some carrot cake. I'm not even sure about that. I think I will be gone when he gets home from work tomorrow. He can eat leftovers or rush over to see OW. I really just don't care to spend more effort to make him happy and me get crumbs again.

He has never been romantic, never made much effort. I actually am not the sort to worry so much about this stuff. But it sort of makes me see that maybe he is more broken than I realize.

What I have always viewed as quiet and reserved is starting to seem like never really connected and emotionally detached in a scary way.

I am depressed in a really weird way. I just don't feel like doing anything! So I guess I will pay the bills and try to force myself to do something!


Me 57 XH 58 Sons age 32 & 27 M:32
D final 9/12
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