Valentine's Day is for Saps

Aren't we lucky I'm a total sap.

That Evil "J" Word

                I like to think that I’m a sane, rational person. At least mostly so, but sometimes my green eye shows up and makes me do legitimately crazy things. I’d like to take a moment to consider the ridiculous things I say and do when I’m having a case of the jellies, and then blame them on monthly hormones. I’d also be a liar. As it turns out, I’m not nearly as secure in my relationships as I project myself to be. The mere mention of another girl’s name is enough to trigger the Kill Bill alarm. I am a jealous monster.

                I’m currently in a long-distance relationship, so it’s reasonable to assume we have a certain amount of trust between each other. It isn’t as if we were keeping our relationship a secret, but we had decided against becoming Facebook official. The moment one of his female friends posted a winky face on his wall I sent out a relationship request, effectively marking my territory. Friends do not post winky faces, and by no means do they tell each other what great friends they are! Facebook is terrible. This by far isn't the worst thing I’ve ever done in a fit of jealousy, but it was the most recent. At least I was passive-aggressive and didn’t cause a scene. Not that that’s particularly good either, but that’s a whole different ballpark.

                In attempt to overcome jealousy, it helps to understand why you’re jealous in the first place. One reason could be baggage from prior relationships. I have been the cheater as well as the cheatee, and I’m not proud of the former. I also remain friends with most of my exes, some of which I have been known to remain too friendly with for long after the relationship was over. I have quite the rap sheet. Well, what if he does, too? We seem to have found a root.

                Seriously, take a chill pill. Unless he’s given you a reason to believe he’s out chasing strange, he’s probably not. Take a couple deep breaths and think about it. It wouldn’t be that hard to break up. You’re still happy together. You’ll be alright. You can, however, feel free to hate the girl. Total bitch.