OK here is the worse valentine's day ever.
I was engaged to a guy for a long period of time. We had some major issues, mainly him using me as his personal punching bag. At that time, I was still in denial about the whole abuse thing, and kept thinking I could change him. Well he came home from work with a dozen roses in his hand, and I had to work late. He called me at work screaming at me, about the fact I wasn't home yet, and I must be cheating on him. Yeah cheating on him while being up to my elbows in dog pee samples(worked at a lab).
So I got off the phone with him livid, and went home to tell him to stick it up his rear for calling me at work like that. I had forgotten it was Valentine's day at that point because I was SO mad at him.
I walked into the door, and got nailed with his fist in the face and then he punched me again in the chest. He then started to cry and told me sorry 3 dozen times. That if I didn't make him mad then there wouldn't be a reason for him to hit me. I should be a good girl and not make him mad.
A week later I got smart and broke up with him. Only had some major drama when that happened, but that is for a different day. Needless to say he spent a year in jail for abuse and other charges.
Even now I don't really like a big fuss made over valentines day because of that. P shows me he loves me every day of the week, why should he reserve it just for one specific day.