I was in the process of getting a divorce. I had backed it off twice and my attorney pinned me down, essentially saying, "We need to schedule this by the end of next week. I backed it off for you twice without charge, but if you choose to back it off again, I'll not only bill you for it but the other two as well." I selected the next Tuesday as it was my one day off during a long run of work.
My ex never got a lawyer or went to court. She ignored the entire process. In hindsight, I don't think it was a matter of her not caring as much as it was proverbially sticking her head into the sand like an ostrich and pretending it wasn't happening.
She and I had, and still do have, mutual friends. I am certain that they relayed the postponements to her so she may have fallen into a false comfort zone thinking that I would not pull the trigger. But when I inadvertently set that rendezvous with fate up on February 14, 1990, I didn't say anything about it to anyone else. I was not calculating a Pearl Harbor thing, but rather putting in too many hours at work and didn't have time to get in touch with friends to chit chat.
Tuesday came, she never showed and I became a single guy again. I didn't even realize it was Valentine's Day until I left the courthouse and heard the announcer on the radio make a Valentine's dedication.
So she never knew about it until I phoned her about a week and half after the fact. She asked when it was and I replied, "a week ago Tuesday". There was a long pause, followed by an agonizing scream, "How could you? You just had to twist the knife! Waaaa!!!" "I didn't know, I had been working a lot and...." CLICK.
We get along fine but it is not a subject that is ever discussed or even hinted at. Our daughter told me that she made it clear to her next husband that Valentine's Day was not to be observed or acknowledged in any way. I celebrate it the next day when candy goes on sale.
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