I divorced you to save your life. I talked mean to help you leave. I love you more than ever before, and I miss you. I am so alone.

I never told me Dad, a Catholic deacon, that I no longer believe in God. I still haven't told the rest of my family. They will be disappointed and fearful for my soul. I justify not telling them because I don't want to put them thru the trauma of thinking I am going to Hell. Because I know I won't be - there is no hell or heaven.

I think I am in love with a girl I have only known for 24 hours.

I am very shy around women. A lot of it is because they want a man with money, hair, body, and a big p****. I wish they would love me for me.