Life Part 3

Okay, so this might make me seem like the stereotypical teenage girl, but I really fucking hate Valentine’s day. I can’t stand all the cutesy lovey-dovey couples you see everywhere, the endless amounts of chocolate, and expensive jewelry that makes men feel like complete assholes if they don’t buy their girl the biggest, most expensive diamonds they can find, the entire holiday is just a consumer driven, manmade holiday so companies can make more money.

Of course, as if these reasons weren’t enough to completely hate this holiday, I’ve got another, probably worse reason to completely hate this holiday, Tony. Yep, that’s right, the bane of my fucking existence shows up and ruins something else for me. You see, Tony and I were together for over 4 years. So that’s 4 Valentine’s Days together. Guess I should be happy about that, I should be glad that as a teenager in high school, I was in a relationship for 4 years. Well, too bad that for 3 of those 4 years the only reason that I was even still with him was because I had to be, was because I was trapped, and I couldn’t have gotten out of the relationship even if I had wanted to. Tony was abusive. There, I said it. Emotionally, physically, psychologically, sexually, you name it.

Well that feels better to have gotten off my chest now.