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.

Powerful emotions come and go, so it’s worth noting if one stays
I’ll sell you a cookie-cutter home, but I wish you loved good design
What was I when I was a child? I’m still that same person today
Hermit life looks good as world tries to make me a misanthrope
For some of us, loss of trust is a deep existential threat to heart
Heinlein: It’s not just ‘bad luck’ when creative minority is hated
A sincere apology can bring color back when the world looks gray
My ideal woman will never exist, but I keep falling in love with her