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.

Shame of not being perfect comes with every new thing I try to do
‘Vast military-industrial complex’ keeps growing and keeps killing
Socialists miss simple truth that serving others will create wealth
Some moms can’t handle the job, but they do the best they can
Random stats after five months
Chick-fil-A boycott misguided; tolerance has to run both ways
My ideal woman will never exist, but I keep falling in love with her
Federal debt default? So what? It happened before — in 1979
In the great new culture war over Thanksgiving shopping, I’m neutral