I looked across the table at Nicole’s face. I was intimately familiar with every single bit of her beautiful face. We had dated for several years and we were engaged to be married. But I suddenly saw her as though it was for the first time.
“I can’t marry you,” I thought to myself. “I absolutely can’t marry you. We’re not right for each other.”
I had known this for a long time, but I had been lying to myself. On the surface, Nicole was everything I could want. She was a tall, beautiful and well-educated woman from the Midwest. She had moved to Birmingham because she loved me and wanted a future with me.
I had been lying to myself about her for quite some time. After I broke up with her early in the relationship and she begged me to give us another chance, I relented — even though I knew better. When she told me she wanted to move down here for us to date full time, I didn’t promise her anything, but I also didn’t tell her what I knew — that it wouldn’t work.

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Turkey pardon? How about pardons for jailed innocent people instead?
Blind faith in our ability to reason led to arrogance, false certainty
Well-meaning parents stifle kids by trying to make their decisions
What kind of hypocrite gives advice but won’t practice what he preaches?
Your motivations tell me more about you than your actions do
If we keep waiting for perfection, we’ll always keep traveling alone
Forces shaping America reward acting like angry sixth graders