As I'm sitting in a parking lot with my window down, feeling sorry for myself and calling my ex, a thought crossed my mind;
Vic, it really doesn't get any more pathetic than this.
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In the midst of this bomb that God decided to suddenly drop on me, I find it difficult to resist the urge to fingerpoint and ask;
Why me?
Why now?
Maybe it's the fear of uncertainty staring at me, or the bitterness of losing the future I envisioned for myself and my family, but this challenge to my faith is something I'm not sure I can overcome. There have been countless times that I've spoken to God and gotten no response back, so if there's ever a time where I need some clarity and some answers, now would be it.