At the desolate altar.

I left her;I shouldn't have,but I was being devoured,slowly destroyed.Selfishly,I left her.

I cried constantly for her and what should have been; her selfishness had turned me selfish and stranded me in guilt.

I should have stayed,wasted away and became what she wanted me to be.She didn't want me,she wanted Jesus,as long as he would pamper to her whims.

Jesus loved everybody lady. Too much competition.

Try worshipping at the altar of real life.