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.

Relationships he couldn’t mend were tragedy of my father’s death
When we sell Jesus like soap, maybe we’re spiritually bankrupt
Was Columbus a hero or a special kind of evil monster? Neither one
Ordinary miracles fill our lives, while we still demand wonders
The hole is always there, but I foolishly hope it’ll just go away
Something in us usually wants to believe next year will be different
I haven’t learned to stop walking on eggshells around angry people
All humans are a little bit insane; we’re not as rational as we think