I feel very jipped.
Anonymous wrote:Mine. He had a business lunch and I had put a large heart box with chocolats on his desk at home for his arrival. He thanked me. He ate them. The entire afternoon went by. Seeing that there was still no romance in the air, I decided to make dinner with little parsly heart shaped butters. He ate. Seemed like just another day. At 11:55 p.m. I said Happy Valentine's Day anyway. He has always treated me so well before, I wasn't ready for this. Kind of brutal way to stop celebrating.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Mine got me those mix of flowers from Costco for $23. A quarter of them were dead. You know the ones with crysanthenums, and those oversized orange daisey flowers, a few carnations and loaded with greenery. I can't stand those bouquets. Get me carnations any day over those or hey how about roses. Like those even though they don't last long. Costco has gotten so cheap they put more of the green leafy stuff than actual flowers. It made me feel so shitty. I work hard and that's my worth crappy flowers. Why the f**k does Costco sell dead flowers to people? I would rather have had nothing than that bouquet of half dead flowers. My husband came home from work and thought it was funny that the others guys were rushing around on Valentine's Day picking up flowers for their wives from an actual flower shop the expensive kind over a $100. He presented mine on Feb. 13 and then complained to me about the congested parking lot. How Romantic. Why don't I just give it up and walk.
What would you have wanted instead? was the issue the quality if the flowers? What did you do for him?
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Mine got me those mix of flowers from Costco for $23. A quarter of them were dead. You know the ones with crysanthenums, and those oversized orange daisey flowers, a few carnations and loaded with greenery. I can't stand those bouquets. Get me carnations any day over those or hey how about roses. Like those even though they don't last long. Costco has gotten so cheap they put more of the green leafy stuff than actual flowers. It made me feel so shitty. I work hard and that's my worth crappy flowers. Why the f**k does Costco sell dead flowers to people? I would rather have had nothing than that bouquet of half dead flowers. My husband came home from work and thought it was funny that the others guys were rushing around on Valentine's Day picking up flowers for their wives from an actual flower shop the expensive kind over a $100. He presented mine on Feb. 13 and then complained to me about the congested parking lot. How Romantic. Why don't I just give it up and walk.
Yes. Mine always buys the cheapest flowers and thinks he is being so cute with it being “our flower.” It’s not cute, it makes me sad every time and knows it. Buy real flowers.
Oh, the pain!!! Mine is on 25 December. STFU.
Your reply doesn't make sense.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:My husband's birthday is on Valentine's Day and I've always felt a little cheated.
Oh, the pain!!! Mine is on 25 December. STFU.
Your reply doesn't make sense.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:This isn't really answering the question but my kids told me XH didn't get his new girlfriend anything for Valentine's Day. Have to admit I found that amusing because he never did for me either, and he's only been with her a year. I, on the other hand, enjoyed getting spoiled on Valentine's Day for the first time.
So spoiled that you're still worried about what your ex is doing. For validation and dragging your kids into your nonsense
And neither you nor your kids know if he didn't do anything.
Anonymous wrote:This isn't really answering the question but my kids told me XH didn't get his new girlfriend anything for Valentine's Day. Have to admit I found that amusing because he never did for me either, and he's only been with her a year. I, on the other hand, enjoyed getting spoiled on Valentine's Day for the first time.
Anonymous wrote:My husband's birthday is on Valentine's Day and I've always felt a little cheated.
Oh, the pain!!! Mine is on 25 December. STFU.