My friend’s two young daughters refer to Valentine’s Day as “the love holiday” because, even at their tender age, they’ve figured out that couples celebrate with greeting cards pledging love and devotion, bouquets of flowers, and gigantic heart-shaped boxes of chocolates. But not everyone has a significant other. And for some single folks, February 14th can be a tough day. Here’s a re-post from March 2016 with my perspective.
The “rom-com” plot never changes: the pretty, but downtrodden, single woman gets saved by the rich, good looking, completely idealized man, whose only flaw is that it takes him a little while to figure out that he’s in love with her; then in the last ten minutes of the movie, he must race somewhere to find her and keep her from leaving town.
“Feel good movies,” that’s what they’re called. But who feels good after seeing them? Single women? Like seeing this one movie is going to wash away past hurts and disappointments, bringing instead, inspiration and hope to carry on – and to believe – yes believe, that the exact same thing will happen for you because Mr. Right is just around the very next turn…
While channel surfing late one night, I realized this movie formula was well-established with 1950’s films like Sabrina, and the Doris Day comedies. Who says that in order to have a happy ending, the couple must get together?
Shakespeare. He’s the one. All the comedies end with a wedding, just as all the tragedies end with a death. We’ve had over four hundred years of conditioning! But The Bard was wrong. This is the new millennium and, back me up here ladies, in the real world the guy tells the girl that he doesn’t deserve her, that she’s going to be a great wife for some other lucky guy, blah, blah, blah, before leaving her with a few mementos and a broken heart.
So what’s a modern girl to do?
I muted the television and sat for a while in the darkness, only the blue glow of the screen lighting my way. And in the solitude of my living room, I figured it out.
It’s time to change the narrative. You can’t expect or rely on another person for your happiness. You have to find your own bliss. A happy ending can be whatever you want it to be.
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I can recall a time when my daughter went out to California chasing an old romance. It didn’t work. He came back east and danced her around a bit and then left her. By then she was disgusted with him and with herself. She moved on and right now is happily living by herself in a condo. She celebrates Valentine’s Day by buying herself flowers and Doritos.
A belated Happy Valentine’s Day to you.
I am not bragging when I say that God sent my Charlie to me after I had broken off an engagement to another really nice guy.. You seem to have found your happiness with your new home. She too found her happiness when she bought her condo. She treats herself well and I wish for you the same contentment.she seems to have discovered.
Love and happiness to you,