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.
Film hurts when I hear, ‘I’ve seen what we can be like together’
Fixing what’s broken inside often makes things worse until rebirth
‘Vote iPhone in 2012’: Let’s bring democracy to the phone world
Obama’s plan to ‘tax the rich’ is simply class warfare — and politics
Shame almost got me fired — and shame still haunts me years later
Don’t ever make politicians angry or they might assassinate you, too
What if ‘the Good Old Days’ were never as good as you remember?
Do people change? Or do we just learn how to manage our faults?