Tiffany B.

My worst Valentine's Day started off very nice. I was dating a guy, let's call him Jack. Jack and I had been dating for three months. We had fun and so far, a great relationship. He took me to a lovely dinner with flowers and chocolate- the whole package. All of a sudden he asked me to marry him. I was in total shock.

I said yes just because it took me by such huge surprise. He was full of smiles and was very happy about the whole thing. Meanwhile, my throat started to close. I felt like I was going to be sick. I walked out of the restaurant. Right in the doorway; I vomited. It was clear I was having a panic attack from the proposal. I kept throwing up until I told him the truth.

He was clearly devastated and heartbroken. I felt awful. We went our separate ways. To this day I still haven't spoken to him about that night. To top it off, everyone who walked out of the restaurant that night had to walk through my vomit! By far the worst night!