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.

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The Alien Observer:
Sex abuse of powerless rampant; denying its serious harm obscene
To think clearly, turn off the tube: Your television is not your friend
Life is a game of hide-and-seek; we’re lost if we no longer seek
I never wanted to be ‘cool,’ but I wanted people to understand me
Dear FBI, NSA and all three-letter agencies: ‘We don’t trust you guys’