On today, the nation’s romantic holiday of Valentine’s Day, we look at the 20 signs of when you know the flame is flickering a bit weak:
▪ “Whitman’s Sampler? But you know I’m planning on going on a diet.”
▪ A big night is picking out something satisfactory to all on Netflix.
▪ Shopping for a valentine Sunday morning at Publix before anyone else gets up.
▪ “I’m going to sleep on the sofa. It’s better for my back.”
▪ All the kids have gone out on sleepovers and you have a romantic dinner of take-out Mexican because she doesn’t feel like washing her hair.
▪ Your goal on Valentine’s Day is taking down the Christmas tree.
▪ On a cold night, she wears socks to bed and you don’t care.
▪ You agree to spend the afternoon with her at Concord Mills, but only if she lets you wander around Lowe’s on the way home.
▪ He sets up a romantic weekend. In Raleigh. With hockey tickets.
▪ “Don’t bother buying me anything for Valentine’s Day. I’ve already ordered new kitchen counter tops.”
▪ She wishes you a happy Valentine’s Day without looking up from her phone.
▪ There’s an ice storm coming and you don’t even think to shop for candles and a bottle of wine.
▪ “I love you too, but it’s still your turn to unload the dish washer.”
▪ You realize those nose-bleed 2016 Panthers season tickets you bought last month in Section 553 might not go over so big after all.
▪ You’re waiting for him to pick you up at the curb of the airport terminal after a long business trip and he texts, “What do you look like?”
▪ You wonder if that memory of the kids getting up early and serving you breakfast in bread with a hearty “Happy Valentine’s Day!” ever really happened since they don’t stir nowadays until mid-afternoon, and they never talk.
▪ You get a gift card to Target, and you’re actually pretty happy with it.
▪ All your divorced friends have romantic dinners set up. You plan to help the kids with their homework and walk the dog.
▪ You used to get truffles. Now you get Girl Scout Thin Mints.
▪ You change the oil in the car and she doesn’t even notice.