I'm happy to be single...after my marriage, I'm lucky I didn't end up in a convent (only with my religious views they'd kick me out in about 2 seconds!).
But watching the worst of the office people get roses and flowers and bears and balloons all day can really make even the most content single person feel worthless!
T took me out for dinner on Sunday and we spent the day shopping as a Valentine's treat, but T is my best friend and I love him...like family (which, in my case, means my Sister since she's the only real family I got), doesn't really count in the romance department!
Normally I don't care, but must there be a holiday that shoves it in our face? I'd like to get a dozen purple roses just because someone loves me and not because it was my birthday one year and my aunt got them on sale (and it was only a half dozen).
This must be the work of Ferg-id, making me feel things I normally wouldn't care crap about! I've made it through dozens of Valentine's Days and haven't cared before! Either that or it's the meds!