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.

Unmet childhood needs trigger addiction as I try to fill inner hole
Overthrow of Gaddafi no justification for attacks on other countries
Despite advantages to digital books, there’s still nothing like ‘real’ books
If Court reverses Roe v. Wade, we’re facing a social tsunami
If there are exceptions to free speech, it’s not really free speech, is it?
Time and maturity should change what we believe we need in mates
Your motivations tell me more about you than your actions do
I’m waiting for life to begin, but I’m feeling lost and alone tonight