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.

If I look closely at my old self, there’s a lot which is now dead
Will the last journalist to leave newspaper business turn off lights?
Home is just a dream that some among us are still searching for
Taking a break from Facebook is a step to retake control over my life
My endorsement goes to the man who can make coercive state work
Creator knew truth when He said
Shared misery: Nobody can have air conditioning unless everyone can
Does the delusion that most people agree with us explain the appeal of majoritarian systems?