BiBunny
Moon Queen & Wanderer
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I've always hated Valentine's Day. I'm sort of the anti-romantic, anyhow. It's not that I'm opposed to romance. I just...need it in "unconventional" ways. I've also never really had anyone other than Kitty or occasionally my parents do something truly kind and thoughtful for me, just because. *Sigh* I have terrible taste in men, I suppose.
Anyway, I've never been too crazy over the damned holiday. This year, it's even worse. You see, B., my ex-Master, the man I love more than anything in the world, is getting married Saturday. Yes, it was hurried. (They've only been engaged about 5 months. Guess she figured if she didn't snatch him up in a hurry, he'd run to someone else.) Yes, I should be over it. But I'm not.
Oh, I pretend. I've mentioned how much it hurts here, but most people who know me in real life would have no idea. We spoke recently, for a couple of weeks, and then he dropped off the face of the earth again, I guess because he was too much of a coward to tell me he'd finally decided to go through with it. I can't even put into words how it feels, so I'm not even going to try. Suffice it to say that Valentine's Day this year, which will be five whole days after the wedding, seems superfluous at best. Cruel is actually a better term, I think.
Ok, I don't want to talk about that anymore. I've been doing my best to not think about it at all. I plan on crawling into a whiskey bottle some time Thursday and not coming out again 'til some time next week, so that it'll all go by in a blur for me.
Anyhow, I'm starting this thread because I know I can't be the only one who feels like her heart's been run over by a herd of buffalo. Feel free to come in, commiserate, post things to cheer one another up, whatever. Just please don't bring the negativity and the "you're only getting what you deserve" in this thread, unless you want Teh Bunneh to absolutely lose her mind. Thanks.
All righty, let's commence to making one another feel better.


Duh, I forgot my own good news. I have boys with which to distract myself. That's always good, right?
Anyway, I've never been too crazy over the damned holiday. This year, it's even worse. You see, B., my ex-Master, the man I love more than anything in the world, is getting married Saturday. Yes, it was hurried. (They've only been engaged about 5 months. Guess she figured if she didn't snatch him up in a hurry, he'd run to someone else.) Yes, I should be over it. But I'm not.
Oh, I pretend. I've mentioned how much it hurts here, but most people who know me in real life would have no idea. We spoke recently, for a couple of weeks, and then he dropped off the face of the earth again, I guess because he was too much of a coward to tell me he'd finally decided to go through with it. I can't even put into words how it feels, so I'm not even going to try. Suffice it to say that Valentine's Day this year, which will be five whole days after the wedding, seems superfluous at best. Cruel is actually a better term, I think.
Ok, I don't want to talk about that anymore. I've been doing my best to not think about it at all. I plan on crawling into a whiskey bottle some time Thursday and not coming out again 'til some time next week, so that it'll all go by in a blur for me.
Anyhow, I'm starting this thread because I know I can't be the only one who feels like her heart's been run over by a herd of buffalo. Feel free to come in, commiserate, post things to cheer one another up, whatever. Just please don't bring the negativity and the "you're only getting what you deserve" in this thread, unless you want Teh Bunneh to absolutely lose her mind. Thanks.
All righty, let's commence to making one another feel better.



Duh, I forgot my own good news. I have boys with which to distract myself. That's always good, right?
