I still pray for you at night, that God will bless the broken man you are inside. I still pray that forgiveness falls on me and seeps through to every piece of my core. Did you ever really love us. I'm questioning it now, just as I did when I watched that promise ring you promised, go down the drain with all it's fake promises. I watched you walk away that day, along with all our sins. God bless your soul, and the soul it could have been.
In my later years, I have looked in the mirror each day and found a happy person staring back. Occasionally I wonder why I can be so happy. The answer is that every day of my life I've worked only for myself and for the joy that comes from writing and creating. The image in my mirror is not optimistic, but the result of optimal behavior, and God blessings.
I feel you have God blessings for writing.