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.

Brush with high-speed blowout leaves me thinking about death
Once you’ve found the right love, build your whole world around her
Could Hillary Clinton be the next president of the United States?
What is your measure of success? For me, meaning keeps changing
World has become a freak show, but we’re not supposed to notice
Well-meaning parents stifle kids by trying to make their decisions
Once the dream of millions, is U.S. citizenship becoming a burden?
The child in me never learned to feel at home as part of a group