And so it begins. At this time last month, I discussed in my column about my relationship with my fiancée. It was a nice little tribute to my feelings toward her. I thought my kindness and heartfelt devotion might get me a little something something, but I got the usual indifference I have been getting for a long time.

Fast forward to one month later, here I am, getting ready to pack my suitcase to go stay somewhere else while she moves out of my house. Things can change, that's for sure.

A manly trait that exists in many of us is that of a 'fix-it' attitude, and since I can't hang a towel rack to save my life, I use my communication skills to fix things. And the past year of my relationship was contracted to me and I couldn't fix a thing. I put in the hours, worked long and hard to fix the existing problems, but to no avail. My relationship was a lemon. It looked good on the showroom floor, but once it was driven out on the highway of life, it got stuck on the train tracks, and the warning bell rang and the red and white bars came down just a couple of days ago. Our love sat on the tracks preparing for the inevitable. My dreams exploded right in front of me. I'm going to survive this accident, but I'll be damned if insurance pays for it. I have to rebuild, and the day to start is today.

I spent half of my twenties single, and half of them in a relationship with someone. Now, here I am, staring down thirty years of age, and I am back at square one. The furniture will go. The companionship will go. The dreams will go. All I'll have is my pretty little pug Bella, which is going to be all I'll need.

Fear of the unknown is one of the hardest and most exciting challenges that we all face at one time or another. True stars rise above the fear and take on the new frontier with vigor. I am approaching the next step with bipolar like tendencies. One minute I'm excited, the next minute, I'm brought down by my emotions. I guess the instability is going to make my life interesting, but at what cost?

As my loyal readers may have noticed in previous columns, and my friends who have definitely known, my life in the past couple of years has had a lot of struggle and difficulty. Simply put, I haven't been the same. I've amalgamated myself into this ball of flesh housing nothing but stress. And being a person with some grit and integrity, I've always risen above the hardships and walked away stronger. Life is full of lessons, and I'm its star pupil.

So here we go kids, the funny is not here this month, but the signature metaphors are, and let's raise a glass to the future, in which I can go back to the guy everybody knew me as, and the laughs will ensue. In the meantime, I'll be holding some Kleenex in my left hand and my pride in my right. Let's go!