Love is in the air. Well, not for all of us. When I asked my girlfriend about her plans for Valentine’s Day, she said, “you know I hate this holiday.” Then she goes on to tell me how she and her hubby acknowledge the day by showering their daughters with not only love but gifts. I completely agree with her. This highly commercialized holiday brings out the rebel in me. Before the Christmas decorations are cleared off store shelves, we’re bombarded with hearts and love. I just want to say no. Let my hubby show his love on June 29th, give it to me on October 2nd, heck I’ll take any day he wants to give me a romantic gesture without marketers barraging him with guilt. But, it is kind of a double-edged sword for my beloved.
I say I don’t worry about Valentine’s Day, but if he doesn’t, not even a card, I get hurt. It’s not fair; I know that. I don’t want to be left out. I too have been sucked into the commercial vortex. Sad, guys but true. Let’s face it; guys are easy. To show my love, all I need to do is give my hubby a big, juicy piece of meat. Get your mind out of the gutter; he loves beef, and a thick, rare piece of prime rib is the way to his heart. As I started to think about it, I realized this is just a holiday filled with expectations and work. Not only am I expected to prepare this gorgeous piece of meat, but do it with my legs shaved and dolled up with something-something to offer up for dessert. He loves brownies! As I spend the week planning and organizing a romantic evening, I realized I get screwed by this holiday, in more ways than one.
