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.

Politics won’t mend our world, but mending ourselves has power
I feel despair about evil tonight, but my cats offer some comfort
I don’t regret my choices, but I do lament choices he refused to make
‘You cannot love in moderation’; lukewarm love’s worse than none
Financially struggling woman jailed over unpaid fine for junky yard
If you made an error yesterday, it’s ‘foolish consistency’ to stick with it
Healthy romance features mutual growth, not just ‘take me as I am’
If you believe in these campaign fairy tales, welcome to Fantasy Island