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.

Laughing at the ‘rapture cult’? Those who believe in the state are no different
I wanted to be Capt. James Kirk; have I become Ignatius J. Reilly?
If you believe in these campaign fairy tales, welcome to Fantasy Island
Nine years ago, he asked her, ‘Will you take a chance on me?’
It’s hard to nurture what’s alive when you water dead flowers
Hidden crisis of missing intimacy leaves many ‘together all alone’
Goodbye, Thomas (1994-2012)