It’s a strange thing to be single again after years of being part of a couple. It defiantly brings up a lot of feelings. This morning, while putting on my makeup, I had the thought that this was the worst Valentine’s Day of my entire life.
Luckily, I remembered my actual worst Valentine’s Day. It happened when I was six.
The night before my school Valentine’s Day party I discovered small, red bumps all over my stomach. They itched. They seemed to multiply every time I looked at them. I debated if I should tell my mother about the funny looking bumps. I was afraid she would say I was sick. I was really afraid she wouldn’t let me go to school the next day.
She didn’t let me go to school the next day. I had the Chickenpox.
No matter how hard I cried, Mom said no school. I even told her that no one would notice I had Chickenpox. My plan was to wear a hat and a mask all day. Mom still said no school.
I spent Valentine’s Day at home watching more of those itchy, burning bumps pop up all over my skin. I didn’t get to make the heart wreath, watch the Valentine’s Day movie, do math problems with candy hearts or participate in any of the other fun activities. It was very tragic for a six-year-old.
My brother David did not help the situation. He came home from school, and promptly told me his class party was the best day of his life. I was filled with righteous 6-year-old anger. It wasn’t fair. I thought about yelling at David, but then I had a better idea. My little plan made perfect sense at the time. Mom had told me the Chickenpox were contagious. My brother was annoying me. So, I gave him the longest, hardest hug I could. David wiggled away from my grasp and ran down the hallway. He was screaming the whole time. “Amee touched me. I’m going to get the Chickenpox.”
David got the Chickenpox.
Unfortunately, my plan backfired on me. David had the Chickenpox over my birthday. It impacted who could come to my party.
The Chickenpox Valentine’s Day was the worst Valentine’s Day of my entire life. In between itching my bumps, I cried a lot that day. I somehow survived it. I’m sure that I will somehow survive this Valentine’s Day too.
Happy Valentine’s Day, Everyone.