In my life, I’ve had some problems with February. Perhaps you have, too.
It’s a short month, but it can be cold and gloomy. Its only holiday is Valentine’s Day, which can be a mixed bag.
As a freshman in college, my boyfriend had some sort of breakdown in February and had to precipitously leave school. I got ten minutes notice on that, and said a quick goodbye to him on the street, in the snow. I was also ill at the time, having had an allergic reaction to an antibiotic, and ended up having to drop out of school myself for the rest of the term. When I got home, my brother had just had major back surgery and was doing very poorly. It got so bad that he ended up in a hospital for a long course of inpatient physical therapy.
Two years later, in February of my junior year, my next boyfriend was inducted into the army—on Valentine’s Day, I might add—and ended up in Vietnam (story here). He was wounded in combat the next February.
And then, many years later, my marriage (to the next boyfriend, the one I was married to for three decades) broke up—in February.
There’s more, but I’ll spare you. Suffice to say I become rather wary when February rolls around.
Which makes me think of this 1996 song by Dar Williams:
Lyrics can be found here.