I came to a realization the other day as I was driving.   I was listening to a satellite radio station called Love, but the song that was playing was a break up song, one that came out when I was just an elementary student.   I remember singing the song in my room using a hairbrush [...]

I came to a realization the other day as I was driving.   I was listening to a satellite radio station called Love, but the song that was playing was a break up song, one that came out when I was just an elementary student.   I remember singing the song in my room using a hairbrush for a microphone.

I used to love songs of broken hearts and broken dreams.   Band of Gold, One Less Bell to Answer, The Worst That Could Happen, and many others made up a good portion of my childhood record collection. Yes, I was a weird kid.

So now I realize why I never could understand how people felt when singing about the joys of romance and love.   I could never find the right card for my anniversary or Valentine's Day because I did not feel the things they wrote about.

I have a natural inclination toward songs in minor keys, tragic tales, and stories of unrequited love.   It's because I was raised on breakup songs that I would sing to like other kids sang the Beatles and hippy songs.

When I was in high school I wrote a song about a man who cheated on his wife and found her wedding ring with a note on the kitchen table.   It was fairly prophetic considering how marriage ended.   I think I must have been expecting all along to be a deserted wife.   I've been dumped by every guy I ever dated, so my expectations were not high by the time I got married.

I still love romantic comedies and historical romances and I cry at weddings, but I have what my daughter would call a real pessimistic side when it comes to love.   It's fine by me. I have other priorities and I've never understood what a splendored thing is anyway!