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.

Could we stop being disappointed by just understanding each other?
Still relevant six years later: ‘We’re the Government — and You’re Not’
Most narcissists instinctively steal approval that you deserve
Childhood programming makes it hard to believe I’m ‘good enough’
We’re celebrating Lucy’s second ‘adoptiversary’ in our furry home
Christmas looks different now, but I still see joy with eyes of a child
What if a key to knowing what to do is built into everybody’s gut?
I still have trouble accepting that my idealized world doesn’t exist