My Bloody Valentine

Mr here.

Well it's the day after Valentine's day and finally all the 'merriment' has died down. As all previous February the 14ths I can remember were spent pissed and bitter (either with or without a boyfriend) I decided that this year would be different.

I decided to just FORCE myself to ignore it and be happy. It was great. I have learnt that if you just simply ignore any negative feelings such as loneliness, jealousy or resentment, they just go away. I didn't care at all when:

1) I received no cards
2) I had no texts except from Recurring-ex who wanted to wish me happy Valentine's day 'I hope you don't mind'
3) the office had been 'decorated accordingly'
4) The canteen menu included such offensively titled dishes as 'Flirty Fudgecake', 'Lucious Leeks' etc etc
5) My inbox was plagued with continual threads of Miss and the guys back in London discussing what they are doing to numb the pain. Together. Without me.

It worked for a while but by lunch I realised I couldn't kid myself anymore. I was unhappy, wanted to be with someone and didn't even have Miss to help me through it. By the time I had arrived home to be greeted by a romantic meal of mince, cooked for me by my brother, I decided to cut my losses and go to bed. Surely cutting the day as short as possible would be the best way to end the torture.

Today, realising I am probably never going to experience a happy Valentine's day, decided to enact my revenge by doing the worst, most childish thing possible. I sent a card to the poor naive girl in the office, making out it's from the guy her mate really fancies in order to create a vicious cat-fight born out of jealousy between the two.

If I'm going down I'm taking everyone with me.