On a scale of 'Oh well' to 'Kill yourself bitch', how bad is it to break up with someone right before valentines day?
Every passing day is torture. He is all kinds of wrong for me.
If he has testicles, he doesn't give a fuck about Valentine's Day.
And there's always another holiday around the corner, the least of which is some fucking stupid flowers and greeting card industry garbage. Okay, fine, Columbus Day is worse, but still.