Well, the proverbial shit hit the fan, and the next couple of months are gonna be really rocky. I hope I have the strength to deal with it, that there is a purpose in all of this and that it all works out for the best. I hope he does love me, and that what he did didn't have any meaning or that he's not just loving me because he's afraid. I'm so tempted to just walk, to make him suffer, but at the same time, I know I have a chance to make him mine. It's all so confusing right now. I hope it all works out. Pray for me.