I'm at the church, squatting in the corner of the toilet, asking God to pull me through. Not sure how do I do this today and tomorrow.

Dave says he isn't coming and he thinks it's for the best.

I feel abandoned and thrown away. No anger, just the same feeling of worthlessness and not being good enough. It's all my fault.

It's ok Cheryl. I lost a life partner but not a friend, God is preparing someone 10x better. Even if it's him again, he will be 10x better, and so will I.

Dry my tears and go out there and smile.