Cupid You Done Me Wrong!



by Sylvia Ford George

The first Valentine’s Day I remember was 3rd grade, Ms. Bailey’s class with Valentine Day candy hearts. I remember wondering how many cards I would get and who they would be from. They didn’t play that in junior high or high school, so for the most part after elementary school, Valentine’s Day went by unnoticed or was celebrated on our own. Until I got older and started dating. Funny how ladies look forward to Valentine’s Day and guys don’t. We want (and mostly deserve) the flowers, candy and the bling. They try to forget or start a fight so you’re broken up a week before. Then they have the nerve to want to get back together a week later… still thinking they deserve our gifts. Ha! Sometimes Cupid’s arrow is straight and on the money. Other times it’s a bit crooked and warped.

I don’t know about you, but Cupid has not been kind to me in the love/relationship department. He’s hinted around it. Played Hide n’Seek and Twister with it. And amused me with a whole lot of Now You See It, Now You Don’t.


He’s sent me a few strong starters, who were quick to finish. I’ve had two long-term relationships, each lasting at least a decade each, but ending just the same. You know how it is. The relationship starts out good, hits an icy patch, resumes again, only to go down in flames a month or two later. I’ve been cheered, sneered, then jeered. Lied to, sighed to, cried to and on. I’ve gotten a lot of, “baby it’s not you, it’s me; you’re too family oriented; I have a commitment phobia; you’re too responsible; you’re not jealous enough; you’re too independent; you’re not giving me enough of your time”.


I’ve been wined, dined, dissed, followed, cursed and worse. Cupid done me wrong, y’all! And through it all, I’m still standing. Better—not bitter. Cracked—but not broken. Hopeful—and definitely not hopeless. I’m still waiting for my knight in shining armor who, like the energizer bunny, keeps going and going and going—all for me, all about me, all with me—and ONLY me. And Cupid’s arrow better come correct next time.