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’re live with people standing in line. Did we mention we’re live?’
Why do we create families? It’s a ‘matter of the heart,’ not head
Creating work that I’m proud of gives me elusive feelings of joy
Inflated expectations make good people act like entitled children
Weddings are triumphs of love and hope over reasonable fears
Still relevant six years later: ‘We’re the Government — and You’re Not’
I’m drawn to tales of brokenness, rescue and ultimate redemption
How much of what we do is driven by our unconscious social scripts?