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.

Public discourse is distorted by constant outrage over anecdotes
Aren’t libertarians the logical folks? So why are so many irrational now?
If you think world is about logic, you misunderstand human nature
If you can’t change your life story, that narrative will become destiny
Obsession with partisan hatred diverts you from economic truth
Texas judge beating his daughter exposes truth behind coercive state
False dichotomy: Your choice isn’t coercive state vs. lawlessness
If you ask wrong questions about politics, you’ll get wrong answers