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.

We will destroy ourselves if we don’t learn to love our enemies
Ohio high school shooting shouldn’t be excuse to take more guns away
Openly gay people in U.S. military? So what? I have no objections
Humans are most heroic in small moments of caring for each other
How does modern culture escape ‘little boxes made of ticky tacky’?
FRIDAY FUNNIES
As financial pain piles up, things just might turn ugly in America
Here’s the jobs growth Obama promised—in federal workers