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.

Identity crisis might lead to integration of my inner selves
Epiphany: Was it so bad that I used to work toward perfection?
Is AI software a useful tool or does it dictate how I see myself?
Going through old relics tells me I’m still same person I used to be
I’m still hungry for healthy love that my 5-year-old self craved
This is my new wife, Claire — but she doesn’t actually exist
Banning access to guns won’t prevent the evil in human hearts
When we feel we’ve lost control, our behavior stops making sense