Valentine’s Day is on the way. And for the first time in a long time, I’m dreading the holiday.
Just like I dreaded it way back in 2012.
That was the first Valentine’s Day after my divorce. It was a tumultuous and painful time, a relationship that started out fantastic and ended on a sour, painful dirge.
And in my morose, I created a silly blog poem. Because, yeah, I did.
Yep. “When your heart // is broken in two // mend your heart // with Krazy Glue.”
You know about Krazy Glue, right?
This stuff.
It was just another blog post. Just an emotional unloading after what was yet another painful holiday.
A few days later, I received a message from the Times Union’s blogfarm monitor. There was a package at the TU building and it was addressed to me.
Found out that the “package” was a hand-made box of Krazy Glue tchochkes, including some T-shirts, some refrigerator magnets, a couple of bottles of Krazy Glue – all in a custom-printed gift box.
Seriously. Apparently I found out that Krazy Glue reads my blog.
Still waiting to find out if Nikon or Red Bull or Harbor Freight reads my blog. 😀
But yeah, it was a nice touch at a time when I felt at my lowest point.
And this year, I’m alone on Valentine’s Day. I’m going to try to get through it as best as possible – but it’s still going to hurt.
Maybe I need that old Krazy Glue poem one more time, just to push through.
I’ll have to check with my cardiologist if that’s an acceptable form of heart repair these days. ❤
Chuck The Writer 
Time to put your big boy pants on and stop feeling sorry for yourself.
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Time for a distraction. Maybe a new, intricate, time-consuming hobby?
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