Story time. One day, I envisioned myself buying a cupcake, putting a candle on it, and blowing it out. It wasn't my birthday, I wasn't really celebrating something special, but what I was doing was something I had longed to do for a while. See folks, I was throwing my last "Pity Party" and had to blow my candles out. I was tired of being too sad, all the damn time; tired of telling the same story. The same story about how my then boyfriend was cheating on me in plain sight, a