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.

Why do we paint ourselves into joyless corners with no way out?
Buffet’s hypocrisy: His company owes IRS $1 billion in back taxes
I’m horrified that it’s become so difficult for me to finish a book
There are three kinds of lonely — and I don’t know which this is
Social creatures: We heal each other, but start dying when alone
In praise of the weirdos who most people don’t really seem to like