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. ๐
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. โค
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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Luckily this good memory has โstuckโ with you
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I’ve found that music – sad music – has helped, or at least funneled the grief.
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