Valentine's Reflection

Well... Valentine's Day started off a little rough. Me and tai argued last night, well more like he yelled and i got up and left coz i got so pissed. i mean, what he was yelling about was so un-called for coz i was at school. then when i got home we got ready to go eat out for dinner, so it's not like i had time at all to clean his damn kitchen!

So we didn't talk all night and just went strait to bed. we didn't talk all yesterday either. i was pretty crabby all day at work coz of all of this. it may have looked like i was upset coz tai didn't get me anything for valentine's but that wasn't the issue at all. that's not what started it anyways.

I know he doesn't think that Valentine's is a real holiday, but i would be nice if he acknowledged that it would be a great day to show some love and appreciation. To me, it' s not about the gifts. I could really care less about him spending money. He could even just write me a sweet note on a peice of binder paper and i would be happy.

I thought that maybe when he got home from work that he would apologize to me for yelling at me, but still it was mums the word.

I fed Stailynne and played with her. Then i put her to sleep. I wasn't feeling too good so i showered and went to bed. Me and tai still weren't talking.

So it was the start of a new day (Friday), and i was about to just brush Valentine's day under the rug, but when i went to my car to head to work i saw saw a treat on the passenger seat. There was a card, some chocolates in a heart-shaped box, and a gatorade.

i was running late so i didn't have time to read the card. i put it in my bag and read it at work. it got me a little teary. i know that tai has too much pride, and that apologizing with a card was a lot easier for him. the card just explained that he was sorry, that he was an asshole, and that he still thinks about the first day we met...hence the gatorade (i might blog about that later). He said that he loves me more than anything. Plus he said that he'll try to be more understanding about the house. It was very heartfelt, so it's really hard to still be mad at him.