You thought you were fine. You thought: Maybe I will survive this after all! It wasn’t a happy marriage, anyway. Things are better this way. You thought you were getting through the heart-wrenching dredge of divorce when the dreaded day came along—that day of wine and chocolates; the day when men carry armloads of flowers out of supermarkets, women receive glorious bouquets in their cubicles, and accusatory red cards shout at you from the Hallmark aisle.
You know what day I’m talking about. I don’t need to spell it out for you.
February 14 is a day for lovers, they say. Couples are everywhere. It’s as if they’ve emerged full-force from a secret bat cave. They’re having dinner at the restaurant where you celebrated your anniversary. They’re walking into the jewelry store where you got your engagement ring. They’re swapping cards and flowers like there’s no tomorrow. And here you are, searching for the remaining pieces of a life that once was.
Rest assured: This too shall pass. But what are you supposed to do in the meantime?