In 2008, I had decided to marry a woman — and we had set a date — but I needed to break the news to another woman who had been hoping I would come back to her.
I knew what I wanted, but when I met with the second woman, something went wrong. She begged me to change my mind and I felt guilty because I couldn’t give her what she wanted. I made the worst possible decision for everybody, all because I tried to sit on the fence and avoid hurting anyone.
I got lost that weekend and I feel as though I’ve never found my way home.

Sometimes we should ignore idiots who yell about non-existent racism
My teen hijinks were silly fun, not alcohol-fueled drunken groping
FRIDAY FUNNIES
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No matter where I might ever live, the South will always be my home
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