Monday, February 12, 2007
A rose by any other name...
Rob gave me 2 dozen roses for Valentine's Day (I got 'em early because he's going out of town for a few days). Either he did something I haven't found out about yet or the volunteer fire dept was having a really good sale. Or both.I've only gotten flowers a couple of times. Never 2 dozen roses. The last time I got flowers was for my 30th birthday. He sent me those under duress. Those flowers were more about self preservation than anything else.
People sent me flowers when I had surgery a few years ago. And my dad brought me flowers when I had Connor. Rob gave me flowers once when we were dating. A guy I worked with when I was in college brought me flowers. He was pretty much stalking me. I gave them back. The guy I dated for 4 years in HS/college gave me a pretty bouquet of flowers for my senior dinner dance. I think his grandmother made him get me those.
The worst flowers I ever got were when I was in the 8th grade. I was seriously in "love" with this boy (and totally stalking him) and there was this other boy who allegedly really liked me (interestingly enough I ended up being friends with him briefly in HS). For Valentine's Day that year, this little vase of flowers got delivered to my house. My mom found them when she got home from work and there was a card that said "I really like you".
I hoped and prayed and hoped and prayed they were from the boy I liked. But all my friends were sure they were from the boy who liked me. No one ever admitted to sending them.
About 12 or 15 years later I found out that my aunt had sent them. I know she was probably trying to boost my self estem but it made me feel really disappointed and betrayed in a major way. I wish she had never told me.
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