So after my first disastrous valentine’s day with Gio I decided I would no longer celebrate that day with him or anyone else for that matter. I knew that he cared for me and we were moving forward and that was enough for me. I had tried to do the traditional chocolate covered strawberries and champagne just out of sheer pressure from the day itself and he had done the same. Only instead of just going through the motions, he wanted to be clear where we stood….it was quite brave of him now that I think about it, he was trying to be nice and acknowledge that the day was supposed to be for couples and was acknowledging us as a couple, but the “L” word was not in play yet. It became a log running joke in our almost 10 years together. Every Valentine’s Day I would host a black and white party, guests had to attend wearing black & white, all the food was black & white, no hearts, flowers or boxes of chocolates. No cards were to be exchanged, no gifts, just us celebrating with our friends and family. It was a very successful event every year. We had married couples, new couples and singles all mingling together playing games, laughing and drinking the night away. That was always one of the great mature things about my relationship with him. We could always find humor in the situation and diffused each other effectively. We almost never argued. We could turn any negative experience into a reason to poke fun at each other or throw a party and name an event after it. We were able to laugh at ourselves and not take things too seriously. We really only had a few defining moments in our relationship that changed us. The first was when I found out I was pregnant.
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Confessions of a mad mind~ Author of A Practical Guide to Forgiveness from an Impractical Survivor and She was the Stuff of Stars, Christie Page was born in Falmouth, Massachusetts. She lived in the Nobska Point Lighthouse with her mother and father who were stationed there as a result of his service in the Coast Guard. Shortly after the family made their way to West Palm Beach, Florida where she grew up continuing her love affair with the ocean. She has two children Joshua 26 and Laura 24 and currently resides in South Florida. In 2015 Christie left her twenty year medical career to pursue her passion for writing full time and has been featured in the world’s largest mindful living publications including Chicken Soup for the Soul, elephant journal, Sivana East, Thirty on Tap and The Urban Howl. She was also a feature columnist for Controlled Chaos magazine. An active yogi, hoop dancing enthusiast and self-proclaimed whiskey chick, she is a third generation breast cancer survivor, recovering anorexic/bulimic and is on life six or seven of her nine lives. She has been homeless and sheltered, rich and poor, loved and hated and believes her experiences have lead her down a path of spiritual exploration and awakenings. Christie wishes to share her journey with others in an attempt to come to peace. She writes to clear space from the rolodex that is her muddled mind. Christie View all posts by christiepage "pando pandemonium"