I looked across the table at Nicole’s face. I was intimately familiar with every single bit of her beautiful face. We had dated for several years and we were engaged to be married. But I suddenly saw her as though it was for the first time.
“I can’t marry you,” I thought to myself. “I absolutely can’t marry you. We’re not right for each other.”
I had known this for a long time, but I had been lying to myself. On the surface, Nicole was everything I could want. She was a tall, beautiful and well-educated woman from the Midwest. She had moved to Birmingham because she loved me and wanted a future with me.
I had been lying to myself about her for quite some time. After I broke up with her early in the relationship and she begged me to give us another chance, I relented — even though I knew better. When she told me she wanted to move down here for us to date full time, I didn’t promise her anything, but I also didn’t tell her what I knew — that it wouldn’t work.

With bumbling federal response, terrorist attack achieved objectives
We’re all masters of denial when facing painful truths in our lives
Perfect time for reaching a goal can be right after you’ve given up
‘We’re live with people standing in line. Did we mention we’re live?’
‘Please do not adjust your set’
It’s official: U.S. government debt no longer gets top rating from S&P
Where are Obama’s tears when he’s the one killing innocent children?
Hey, you! If you’re in New Jersey, you help pay for ‘Jersey Shore’
Maybe it wasn’t correct choice, but I’m not having surgery Friday