Let me preface this post by saying something that a lot of people already know: I am a self proclaimed know-it-all. I talk with such wholehearted gumption and confidence that you can’t help but believe me – usually I am actually right but every now and then I just can’t help myself. The other side to this coin is that I also do it to myself. I can flip any situation that I’m in, effectively convincing myself that I know everything, I possess all the answers, and that there should be no room for doubt in my decision making process. Let me also say that this method has worked pretty damn well for me for the last 23 years. We’ll call it an “Everything happens for a reason” complex; providing a mental scapegoat: If it wasn’t meant to happen the thought wouldn’t have presented itself. Well. The day has finally come where I have reached the exception in my method. Not that I didn’t know this day would come eventually, but boy did shit just come through guns blazing and hit the fan. Like most topics I’ve been touching on, this too revolves around my relationships (with others, and myself) so if you don’t want to read another post about me being single and (mostly) okay with it, now’s your chance to stop reading. But you may as well read on since you’ve come this far, and I’ll definitely be spiritually judging you for giving up. Just saying.