However did it come to this? The eternal question. If I’ve done the right thing, how come I feel so bad?
And, what next?
Can barely afford to live for the next couple of months. Then what?
What do I do with all his stuff?
What can I do with myself?
Will try to paint today and do something constructive.
I feel like giving up and calling it a day.
But I won’t though. I am a coward.