i'm going home this weekend.
i don't want to be anywhere near the apartment on valentine's day, and if i am unfortunate enough to not be able to go home, i'm spending the night somewhere else.
last year was the worst valentine's day i had.
my sister walked in at dawn with a huge bouquet of flowers. she shook me awake and said "galing kay w." that woke me up and i grinned. so unexpected. we had broken up the december before that.
made an overseas call to w to say thank you. since he wasn't home yet i left a message on his machine thanking him for the flowers.
early morning my cellphone was ringing. after the initial hi, he goes, "what flowers?"
i cried the whole day. he said he couldn't claim credit for something he didn't do.
i found out months later that my sister's boyfriend (w's fraternity brother) took the initiative and bought me the flowers. my sister didn't know it either.
i thanked him for it and he apologized. i said no harm done.
i was wrong.
so i am going home this weekend. the apartment calls to mind things i would rather not think about. but that doesn't mean i don't want people to enjoy the day.
they should. :)
but no one had better give me flowers.