 So I fell to the ground in my kitchen. And I was sitting there. And I started praying. And I said, God, if you're real, I need you to show me. Because everything that I know about love is twisted and perverted. It's not right. And not the way that I was told it should be. And I was confused. So the next day or so, I made a list. Pros and cons. Why I should stay with him. I had to think.