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.

What should we do if social media make us lonely, cause depression?
In a sane world, everyone would think and act exactly the way I do
Pursuing conscious life is harder than sleepwalking through a life
Socialists miss simple truth that serving others will create wealth
My political lens makes me think you’re crazy — and vice versa
Memory Lane is seductive when