I’m so fed up with Valentine’s Day and it’s not even here yet.
I know, I know. Valentine’s Day is supposed to be this big, romantic night filled with chocolate covered strawberries and roses and cards and fancy dinners and jewelry and whispered sweet nothings and s-e-x. It’s supposed to be the most romantic day of the year, the day you truly, deeply connect with your spouse in an uber-meaningful way.
But you know what, all that “supposed to” stuff? It’s bullcrap.
That’s not love; that’s materialism. In fact, I’ll go even farther. It’s the devil.