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.

Love & Hope — Episode 12:
Why do presidents and candidates bother to release tax returns?
I’m horrified that it’s become so difficult for me to finish a book
Forgiveness has more power than political agenda in hateful tragedy
Face of a stalker? At Florida school, it’s ‘stalking’ to speak of karma
China’s one-child policy: Unintended consequences on a grand scale
Looking for truth in random noise? Or is there meaning for me in this?