Here’s the thing about Valentine’s Day. I always dread it - more than my forced marriage to Tommy McNuff seven years ago. I fear the fourteenth of February like the devil. And not just because it was the anniversary of my baby’s death, but because I knew the next day another mother’s arms would be empty.
I remember the year after the baby died something just snapped in Tommy. On the fourteenth he was gone all day only to return late that night, strangely quiet. When I looked in the newspaper the next day, I knew why. It’s happened every year since. And I can’t get out.
By Tonya La Course
Here’s the thing about Valentine’s Day. I never learn,NEVER! After eighteen years you’d think I had it figured out. Every year I convince myself next Valentine’s Day it’s going to be different, I will have a date. It’s like my New Year’s resolution of love.
But this year WILL be different. This year I will give up searching, I don’t need a man to feel happy. Here February 15, I am starting anew and journaling my goal while sipping my coffee at Starbucks.
“Excuse me, did you drop this” His eyes are a deep blue, so deep you could dive into them.
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By Jordan Newhouse