Valentine's Day and the Single Woman: Gifting Yourself and Others
Travel back with me, if you will, to the worst Valentine's Day of my life. (No, really, please, come with me. I hate to go there alone.) The first thing I saw when I walked in the door was a large print hanging over our apartment fireplace: an image of two children dressed in Victorian grownup clothes, colorized blush on their cheeks. The little boy knelt down in front of the girl, handing her a rose. My boyfriend stood there smiling, proud of himself, waiting for my reaction to his mall-bought Mona Lisa.
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