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.

Don’t be shocked if insane system produces narcissistic leaders
No matter how admired you are, your work won’t make you special
Why are killing, maiming people elsewhere called moral, ‘legal’?
2-day-old baby reminds me that miracles still happen every day
Your motivations tell me more about you than your actions do
Media and mass hysteria lead us into madness of celebrity worship
Little boy for whom I was named shows what my mother hoped for