They’re Sort Of Reverse Valentines
There are many ways to say “I love you.” And many more ways to say “I don’t.”
Here are some of the more innovative examples.
Julie: “I went on vacation and asked my boyfriend to stay at my apartment until I got back. I returned from my trip and was going through my mail when I saw my phone bill. It was $350. He had called his ex-wife in Italy.”
Jill: “I was going to Florida to visit my sons and their wives. I asked my husband to please water the flowers on the deck. They were so beautiful and I worked so hard on them. He said he would.
“Eight days later I came home to stone-cold dead stems. When I asked my husband what happened, he said, ‘Flowers are stupid.”’
Renee: “When my third child was born, Jack came to the hospital just as they were discharging me. First he got upset because they took so long, Then he wanted me to drop him off at his office and drive myself home. I guess after having three children, he thought I was a pro at it.”
Sarah: “He put a sopping wet towel on my brand new Italian leather couch and, stupid me, I figured it was an honest male mistake. Then I watched totally stunned while he tossed his keys on the roof of my painstakingly-painted car, which cost me $2,200. He apologized profusely, but I find it hard to believe any man could be so stupid.”
Roseanne: “It was our second anniversary, my birthday and Valentine’s Day. We had a 9-month-old baby and money was tight. As a gift, I asked my husband for a poem, written from the heart. Two months later, I still hadn’t received it, so I asked about it. He told me when I was down to 115 pounds, my pre-baby weight, I’d get my poem.”
Francesca: “We lived 50 miles apart so I would spend Friday through Monday at his home. This particular weekend I did not have my own car, a fact I would regret. We had a bad Friday night, bickering back and forth, disagreeing about everything, annoying one another with every breath. I don’t remember why. I guess the reason isn’t important at this point.
“I had enough of the negativity and decided to go to bed. Brian knew that I hated Pearl Jam. I could hardly tolerate a three-minute song on the radio. So he blasted Pearl Jam from 10:30 p.m. to 2:30 a.m.. He had a very small home so he may as well have been blasting it in the bedroom. He was trying to start an argument, punish me for some perceived wrong or just tick me off. I refused to succumb and stayed in bed with earplugs, trying to sleep. I should have walked away, even if it meant taking his car to leave his home.”
Sybil: “In February 1988, just three weeks after our son was born, my husband went on a ‘I really need to get away’ ski trip, leaving me, without any help in sight, to care for our toddler and newborn. Needless to say, I seriously questioned his thinking and couldn’t believe he was so selfish. Until Easter Sunday, 1990.
“I came home after having been hospitalized for four days due to a severe asthma attack. The next day, I was sitting on the sofa, resting before the children woke up, when my husband said, ‘You’re going to be OK, aren’t you?’ I said I was feeling a little better. He then informed me he was leaving for work and to call the office if I needed anything.”
Terrance: “On Valentine’s Day, we exchanged cards in the morning. Then three hours later, we were in the car and my dear wife of eight years told me she needed time to figure out what she wants out of life and that she has no feelings for me. This was a total shock.”