Thanksgiving is a time for family and friends.  For me...Thanksgiving was the end of a relationship.  My girlfriend...or ex-girlfriend rather...broke up with me late last night.  Today I'm a swarm of emotions.  Above all, I feel alone. I know that my family is there for me, my best friend is there for me, and quite a few of my other friends are there for me too. Still...you know how it is after a breakup.  It hurts.

Learning about your faults is hard.  Learning about them in this environment is even harder.  I found out that I have an ego problem.  I find it ironic since I recently got into an argument with a friend about his ego being too puffed up, and here I am talking about myself so much.  It's also ironic that I do so in a blog where talking about one's experiences seems the purpose of the blog.  No...what truly hurt me is that she wasn't willing to work with me on it.

I love Jenn.  I probably always will.  I was caught completely unaware of the situation, and now I'm reeling.  It's 1:00 in the afternoon, and I'm still in my pjs.

What I learned about myself is that I need to listen more.  I am a proud person. I talk about my experiences with that pride beaming.  I never once gave thought to the fact that people don't want nor do they need to hear about me that much.  In fact, I barely even noticed.  How humbled I feel to know that Jenn, Chris, my parents, and my sisters all felt the same way.

Something tells me that this will change me drastically.  I'll keep a lot to myself now.  I think I will likely use this medium to get my experiences out.  Maybe then, I won't feel the need to blab about myself so much to my friends and family.

Perhaps this will truly inspire me to do something.  Maybe it already has.  I started writing a blog again.  That's something.

That's the inspiration of loss. I love you Jenn and thank you to all my friends and family that have shown me support today.