Ah Crap

Clearly I should not have written my last post, as I obviously was tempting fate.

I hate Valentine's Day. I honestly think of you care about someone, you should make sure they know it daily, not on a money-grabbing signposted day of the year when you are told you have to. (Same as mothers day etc - if you don't regularly let your mum know you love them and appreciate them, well, you're a cunt - plain as that)

I often (and I mean OFTEN) let my fella know what he means to me. Despite me hanging shit on him constantly (and believe me, he hangs more on me than I do on him) and despite me calling him Inadequate Boyfriend on my blog, I really do love the prick. Really.

I work my ass off for him, I make sacrifices, I compromise, I do alot. Trust me, he knows I care, and he knows how much.

So although the only thing I do for Valentine's Day is wish him a happy one, I spend every other day of the year making him feel special.

So I don't see why he chose yesterday of all days to clear his belongings out of my home, and walk out the door, never once looking back.

The day a 5 year relationship ends is never a good one (and yes we dated before that and were friends before that so I *can* actually count) but ending on Valentines Day, even when you don't go in for all that mushy stuff, well, it seems worse somehow.



Oh, and to the asshole trolls - make fun all you want. Because of course none of you have ever had a break up, so clearly because this relationship didn't work out I must be the biggest loser EVER. And I'll never meet another man. And nobody wants me because I suck. And am ugly and fat and a slut. And its all my fault.... I think that about covers it, but please feel free to tell me if I have left anything out.