My waking nightmare

[Lorelai]

Last year— I made a special pasta dish I always make every year on Valentine's Day. (This will be the first year I haven't made it.) H came home from work as I was finishing everything up, getting the kids settled at the table, taking the garlic bread out of the oven etc. I'd given him a card earlier saying I knew things were tough and I was sorry for my part, but I believed we would somehow pull through. I watched as he walked through the front door with no flowers, no candy... nothing. He usually did something for Valentine's Day, even something small... He walked past me in the kitchen to hang up his keys and I let out a sigh. "What?" he said. "Well," I started in my pre-divorce busting-if-i-just-talk-to-him-it-will-be-ok way, "I'm disappointed you don't have anything for me."
H: "I thought I told you where our relationship was at and how I feel (divorce)."
Then he sat down and ate my VDay dinner I worked so hard on.

This year: Dinner and bowling with my 4-year-old while H takes D23mos out for an excursion of their own. Might not be romantic, but it's a lot better than last year and my little ones are really in need of some individualized attention from their parents right now. I'm grateful we're at least able to give that to them today. I love my babies so much!