Grand Central Station.  I will go. I will find him- no I will do something. I will not just sit here and let him dictate everything. I will act.  This is too terrible. Ahhh, everything is too terrible. My heart cannot reconcile this pain and this love.  I love him and I hate him.

I am on my way to Grand Central.  I will catch another line to get to his mother’s.  I will rush in demanding that he honor and respect me.  I have that right. I have his child. He has everything that is mine.  Yes, yes I will go to him.

I have just received word that he will not come.  He will not leave her to come to me.  He knows I am desperate- he knows that I am hurting, ahh hurting so much and yet he cannot take the time or tear himself away. That settles it.  I will not let you torment me.