So--expect a couple of blogs this week, as it was a year ago at this time that my life changed forever.

One year ago today, I sit in the same spot that I last sat with Lee.  The same holiday music.  The same house.  The same couch where I sat him down to break up with him.  Why am I blogging about it? Because as much as I wanna be sad that this person is not even a molecule in my life anymore, I rejoice in the fact that it made me a stronger person. 

A person with more moral values and more realization of my self-worth. 

An individual that recognized he's capable of making it through difficult times alone.

A man that, knowingly, breaks his own heart and forces himself to rely on noone else.

Most of all, I pride myself in being who I am today because I did what I never wanted to do, a year ago today. 

The worst of times only forces us to step up to the plate and take control of our life.  Lee was not the worst time in my life by no means, only a morsel to what would happen exactly 7 days later with the death of my Father. 

This is not a blog where I'm asking for your sympathy, or anything else.  If you knew me then, and you know me now, perhaps you'll agree when I say I like me better today.

I look forward to next year when I sit here, a year from now, with the person who loves me and respects me.  The person who is comfortable with everything they are and doesn't hide from society.  Last Christmas sucked.  This Christmas is better. Next Christmas will be refreshing.