Worst Dinner: Valentine’s Day

It counts as a holiday. Or at least it did back then when I was seeking male companionship. You see — I was ‘in a relationship’. It was post-divorce and we had bought a place and were tooling along just fine.

I had made it quite clear from the start — I didn’t want to remarry. At least I thought I had. But then, he had started drinking by that fateful Valentine’s Day and I had stopped arguing with him because…