Frederick Harris says his Valentine’s Day wasn’t so bad even though he just sat on his couch most of the day.
I spent Valentine’s Day this year by myself. I mostly sat on the couch and tried not to dwell on my past. You see, two years ago, I was the victim of a terrible breakup. Sure, I knew that relationships have risks, but I wasn’t expecting the pain to be so bad. Things turned sour when I started realizing my girlfriend wasn’t returning my phone calls. She told me everything was OK, but it wasn’t. Just two weeks before my birthday, she admitted that she was cheating on me.
My heart crushed into a thousand pieces. I thought that I would never be able to trust and love another person, and I just wanted to be single forever. I really missed her and her warm sense of humor. Then, two days after her confession, she finally sent me a text message, but it said that I “deserve better.” I knew if I was to hold a grudge, my future relationships would suffer. So, although it was hard, I decided to forgive her and move on with my life. I’m a better person now. Although Valentine’s Day isn’t any fun, it’s no longer a reminder of my pain.