The year was 1990... I was a Sophomore at Massac High School and I was in a rather serious 2 month and 9 day relationship with a certain fabulous looking young man who was (and still is, haha) exactly 6 months to the day older than me.
During this two months we did what most kids in their middle teens did... he taught me how to drive a stick shift.. or tried until I almost ran his Escort off into "that deep ditch in the Round Knob curve" and we parked and made out down by the train track because there was no Harrah's Casino here then and you could do that... we spoke of our undying love for one another and the possibility of marriage and children...
These plans were all short lived though when I didn't hear from him on the night before Valentine's Day... I had a terrible feeling in the pit of my stomach that I never wanted to feel again. Little did I know I was to feel that same terrible feeling approximately 4,583 more times before my 35th birthday...
At school on Valentine's Day, this fellow ignored any opportunity for us to talk without people around to the best of his ability and told me he would stop by my house after school so we could talk... Little did I know that years later I would find a spouse with this same 'charming', evasive quality...
I rushed home from school to freshen up and prepare myself for our chat. I didn't have a good feeling, but with all of my teenage "moon-pie-eyed-ness" I thought maybe this feeling was nothing, everything would be fine and I would go on to marry this boy and live happily ever after...
That was not to be... In a bit this fellow arrived at my folks' house with a chocolate Valentine's bear in hand. He stood in the middle of my parents' living room, pitched the chocolate bear on the coffee table and said, "My mom said I needed to bring you that... let's go outside and talk...."
I was now officially feeling more gut-wrenched than I ever had. I'd "went with" a few boys for a week or so here and there... but this relationship had gone on for over two months!! I couldn't believe I was witnessing it's demise... the next 45 minutes to an hour and a half is a blur of crying and throwing up in my parents' yard...
That day remains one of my most memorable Valentine's Days... and all of these years later, that fellow and I have continued our friendship. I messaged him on Facebook this morning to tell him "Happy 21st Anniversary of breaking up with me in my folks' yard..." and he reminded me quickly that it happened in 1990 and it's actually been 22 years... isn't it something how time flies...
As I was writing and pondering this morning I began to wonder what I wrote on Valentine's day of last year... and then I recalled I had written in the Ocho-rific Song o' the Day that day. In addition to bringing you the link to that blog below, I want to let you know that I'm very close to having some time to focus on bringing the Ocho-rific Song o' the Day back to daily, Monday thru Friday.
Until then, I hope you'll enjoy this little diddy from this day last year....
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