For more than seven years now, I’ve been living in a cage — but the cage always had an open door. I could fly away anytime I wanted.
But I didn’t want to leave the cage. I was waiting for a woman I loved. I was waiting for someone else to change. I lied to myself. I angrily told myself — at times — that I wasn’t waiting for her. But something in me believed — against all evidence — that she was going to be the love I needed. Any day now. And so I waited and waited, wasting years of my life.
I can admit that to myself now. What’s been harder to admit is that I’ve been making excuses for behavior that hurt me. I would have told anybody else that her behavior showed she didn’t care and wouldn’t care, not in the ways that her words had said she did.
But I needed to believe in her. I needed to believe in her love. So I made excuses for her.

‘What if I asked you to marry me right now, without knowing more?’
Going back to fundamentals gets me closer to the quality I want
Girl to mom after parents fight: ‘Mom, is this what love will be?’
Today is surgery for me; I’ll give you news and be back when I can
Love & Hope — Episode 8:
Intellectual honesty mostly dead — but few partisans even care
Don’t blame politicians; you’re to blame for growth of government
Time to face facts: Most people don’t really want individual liberty
Youth and death are bookends pointing toward truth between