Why I don't Need Flowers on Valentine's Day

I am the typical wife. I expect to be treated with utmost importance and I'm a hearts and flowers kind of girl (like Anastasia Steele) and I do want to receive flowers.

My husband, on the other hand, has never been the romantic type. He's more so the typical husband who takes care of the bills, the food on the table and the roof over our heads.

We've been together since 2001 and through all these years, he's never given me a single rose or any flower at that. It's not practical, he says. I used to feel bad during those times when Valentine's Day came and I was hoping that that'll be the year that I'd receive flowers from him. But, the flowers never came and I'd feel very sad, thinking maybe he doesn't love me that much for him to give me something that would truly make any girl happy.

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Today being Valentine's Day and after seeing bouquets after bouquets of gorgeously fragrant blossoms arrive at the office for the other girls, I thought long and hard - do I still feel bad that my husband still hasn't given me any?

I was surprised when I realized that my answer is NO. I don't feel sad at all. Neither do I have any resentment that my husband isn't like some guys who'd go through so much effort on Valentine's Day just to make their girlfriends or wives feel loved.

I don't need Valentine's Day to make me feel loved because I am loved. I am loved by a husband who willingly cooks because his wife sucks in the kitchen. I am loved by a husband who, even half-heartedly, gets up on a Saturday to bring us to the mall just because I am bored to death at home. I am loved by a husband who understands my moods, knows when it is time to shut up and wait until I get over all the drama. I am loved by a husband who chose to be with me and stayed beside me for twelve long years - flaws, PMS, flab and all.

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My husband may never shout it out to the world, he may never write me love letters, he may never give me flowers on Valentine's Day (or on any other day) - but I don't need any of it. Because Valentine's Day is not about how huge your bouquet is or how red your roses are. Valentine's Day is all about love. I am loved - every single day of the year. And I'd rather have that than the reddest of all roses on Valentine's Day.

Date Night

The hubby and I finally had our much needed time to reconnect with each other because the past few weeks have been pretty stressful for the both of us. I have been not myself for the last couple of weeks preceding my birthday and I blame it on the hormones (and the idea of ageing) that I have been dumping lots of negative energy on the husband.

Last Tuesday, I treated him out to a movie and dinner. That was my birthday gift to him and a making-up-for-all-the-crap-I-put-you-through kind of thing. :)

We met up after my work and rushed to SM to catch the last screening schedule of Jackie Chan's supposed last action movie, Chinese Zodiac. There were funny moments as expected with a Jackie Chan movie but it's not really spectacular like the movies he did before. I was terribly disappointed.

After the movie, we went to Gilligan's because hubby's been talking about their Sisig for days while I, in turn, have been craving for Baked Oysters.

The Baked Oysters were just okay, the Fried Rice is well, Fried Rice but the Pork Sisig is very, very good.

I initially planned to order cocktails for myself while hubby drinks his San Miguel Super Dry but I didn't find anything I liked on their Cocktails Menu so I just ordered Four Seasons.

I wanted to stay after we have eaten and watch the band but "old age" gave me a kick and reminded me it was bedtime already. It was 11pm and I was dead tired and very sleepy. Tumatanda na nga ako. :)

It was a great night and I am so glad we took the opportunity to be with each other sans the tot because really, all couples should do this once in a while to remind them that life as a couple never stopped when they had kids. I felt that we've both been working towards being good parents to Johan that, in turn, we took our relationship for granted and neglected our roles as husband and wife. So, I am going to make sure that we go on date nights regularly to keep in tune with each other and never get disconnected again.

Where is home?

A friend texted me last week when I told her of my lab tests and she replied back with: “I pray that you will have a safe delivery and when Johan is born, that you and he will be able to leave the hospital together and make your way home.”

But, where exactly is home?

I know I’ve been very vocal about wanting our own place. But, that longing has doubled up now that I’ll be giving birth anytime soon. Hubby and I had a long talk about this a few months ago and it has been decided that we will move to their house in Cavite after I give birth. Then, recent issues had me stressed out and I told him I do not want to move there anymore instead I want us to find a place to rent. I’ve been crying over it for days (blame it partly on the hormones for this huge outburst of emotion and really my reasons are quite reasonable). I just don’t want to discuss it further here.

So, we had another long, serious talk about it. We weighed the pros and cons and he told me to just try it out first in Cavite. If it doesn’t work out and if my reasons proved to be true then we’ll be moving out. If I don’t love my husband enough I would have stood my ground and firmly tell him no. But, I do and I know he’s already stressed out (surely more than I am) so I gave in. Temporarily. At least.

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