The Valentine's Day Lie
Language: en
Valentine’s Day rolled around again. Just like the past five years, my husband, Simon, wasn't home to celebrate with me. He always claimed this day was the anniversary of his parents' death and that he needed to be alone to mourn them. I had always been completely understanding of his devotion. Every year on this day, I would quietly stay home, too afraid to even send him a text in case it interrupted his grief. My best friend, Regan, always told me I was suffering in silence for nothing. She said I deserved better. But I would always jump to his defense, telling her how deeply he valued…