I don’t know what to write. I live in an apartment that strippers and prostitutes ask for money every day at my door. I still love my husband who loves someone else. I work hard, but it only fills some of my time, and I think it is too early try to find someone else. What can I write about that will help someone else? I am so sad, and yet so sure that I’m actually going to make it. Maybe that is worse because I know that life will move on without my sweetheart.
I’m so sorry I’m no help some one else. I just know that something has to give. Oh, God. What will I do now?