Last year was the first V-Day for the boyfriend and I. He did the romantic thing and I did food from his favorite place, some candles… blah blah thing. This year, my suggestion for V-Day was/is… who cares. Here come the cliches… but I want my V-Day to be whenever, not just on the “designated” day. Love me just as much as any day everyday, get me flowers just because, find the little things I like because it makes you feel good to do so… However, if even with all of that you still decided to do something on that day too… because it signals the Day of Love, that’s cool too. He agreed, so that’s our plan for this year. No disappoints because I didn’t get you anything, or wasn’t romantic enough.
For me, when you’ve truly found love, big and little things come easy on the desire to fulfill you and your partner. Hell even doing the dishes or cooking for your partner can be good, because those are things you do for the well being of you and her/him. When your V-Day is everyday, or week, or month… the actual V-Day is just a Day. That’s the kinda love I give and what I expect in return.
Yesterday, I came home from a long ass day of work and my internship. As I pulled in the parking lot, I called my boyfriend down to come out and help me take 2 cases of water into our apartment. When he came outside, he barely looked my way. I thought to myself “ok” and I continued on up the stairs, into our apartment. Once he got in, he put the water down, plopped on the couch and continued whatever he was doing before I called him outside.
I went over to give him my usual “I’m home” kiss, and I barely received a peck! WTH?! So I asked, “whats wrong with you?” He doesn’t even look up at me, as he shakes his head an says “nothing”. I stand there, giving him the eyeball, cause I don’t believe him. He looks up at me with a scrunched up face and says “what?!”.
WELP! Thats my que! Ain’t gotta tell me twice. I walked my happy tail to the bedroom, took a shower, climbed in my damn bed, and switched the TV to Dexter. Whatever is going on with him tonight, is just that. I’m good. So I figured he had some kinda secret attitude, which made me catch one, lol. But after about an hour, he turned off everything in the living room, climbed in bed, snuggled up next to me and fell asleep. I still don’t know what was really wrong, and because he no longer seemed to be worried about it, I figured there was nothing else to have a ‘tude about. So I just let it go….
Lesson: Not every battle has to be fought in a spousal relationship. Just let it go.