I celebrated Valentine’s Day with my boyfriend on Friday night, and I was a mess. A grumpy, grumpy mess.
I was looking forward to it all day, until I got caught up with work stress around 2 p.m. and wound up working later than I thought. We had reservations for 7, and at 6 I was nowhere near being able to get ready … didn’t stop working until about 6:45. Did I mention dinner was an hour away?
When my boyfriend came home around 4, he was ready to sweep me off my feet with romantic magic, and I was just … not having it. I didn’t want to go to dinner. I was tired. I was frustrated. I didn’t like my clothes. I didn’t like my hair. I was too pale. The necklace he got me for Valentine’s Day needs to be on a longer chain (seriously. I said that). He put on our very favorite song to dance to and I said “Not now, I need to do my hair” (!!!!!).
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If I was cursing this Lent, I would have a few choice words to describe myself that night. In the end, we canceled the reservation (his suggestion). We went out locally and were home by 11 so I could go to sleep (I then came home and did more work while he fell asleep on the couch waiting for me).
He was trying, so hard, and I was being such a jerk. (In my defense, I kept telling him it wasn’t his fault that I was womping my face off ... but that's no excuse)
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All day Friday I was thinking about being nicer to people, about not cursing. And then I pulled this one on the guy who does more to make me happy than anyone else. The guy who deserves to have me make him as happy as he tries to make me.
The good news is that I thought about it all night, and felt so, so bad the next morning. He has a way of brushing it off when I'm a jerk, so I tend to as well. But now that I'm forcing myself to think more about what I do and say (albeit, I was a little late this time around), I realized how terrible I was. I've been trying to make it up to him ever since.
More on my Lenten journey:
Sinner's Lent Day 1: Not Cursing is Hard
Lent: Sinner Style
