Valentine's Day just reminds of my shitty exes.

My first Valentine's Day with a boyfriend was awful. I was stupid infatuated. Weeks before, he told me that he'd being spending Valentines Day with his dying grandma. The day came and I spent it with a group of friends. Later that night he shows up at my doorstep, high af and probably drunk. He ended up trying to get sex, and telling me about how he had actually been hanging out with his friends. Broke up with that loser.

The next two Valentine's I was with a new guy. He'd get angry whenever I'd get excited about holidays or my birthday. He'd punish me by doing nothing. Apparently, I should've not mentioned at all if I wanted him to do something with me. Yeah, broke up with that loser, too.

I'm happy being single. It's exponentially better than being in a shitty relationship. Hell, with BPD, is probably better than a normal relationship. It probably comes off as me being bitter, but I'm just grateful to spend this year not crying and an anxious mess. Surely beats the alternative.