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.

Warning: Don’t trust in politicians; they’re always going to disappoint
Hurt people hurt people, and it’s hard to forgive that in ourselves
Reading people is a survival skill which all children need to learn
What’s the use of love if the one who you love doesn’t need you?
Why do loving parents let schools teach kids to be conformists?
Love is best thing to happen to us
Reality frequently doesn’t match fantasy when you know full story
Will you sell more days of your life