It’s Valentine’s Day and I’m single; divorced for more than a decade. Six months ago my long distance relationship expired in a protracted and painful death scene worthy of an Oscar. Ending nearly five years of traversing 650 miles between north and south it’s over. The “why” of our implosion is mournfully detailed in When You Can’t Stay Friends.
This is the first Valentine’s Day in five years I have been without a significant other. While enjoying my daily thinking process in the shower this morning, I laughed out loud when it dawned on me—we had never once celebrated this over-hyped lover’s holiday on February fourteenth! It had been business as usual: no flowers, no romantic dinners, no hugs and no kisses. Instead we sent the obligatory card and spent the holiday exchanging thoughts of what we would do if we weren’t separated by several states. Yawn.
How do singles survive the dreaded “Lover’s Holidays?” In deference to those who have written one of the 46,000 articles I googled today, it’s really pretty simple: Just pretend it’s a regular day for crying out loud! There. I said it. Yes, I know that Valentine’s Day does fall on the occasional weekend. Big deal. Focus on your normal routine. Personally, I’m happy to open a bottle of wine, or even a diet soda and curl up with a good book and a bowl of popcorn. Then again I may grab the tissue box and have a perfunctory cry over the outcome of Nights in Rodanthe (for the umpteenth time).
In case you haven’t been enlightened, Valentine’s Day is now also known as “Single’s Awareness Day.” What a relief—another reason to remain happily alone instead of lonely. Remember we’re all fine, it’s just another day. Celebrate your single self. This year I’ll raise a glass of cabernet as a toast to singles everywhere.