As it turns out, God did not will it.
We decided to split up on Tuesday night. However, we both still go to the same church, and my son is involved from an angle, so we've decided to stay friends, and we're still working together on a lot of the projects that we've started together at the church.
I won't lie and say that Wednesday night service was not extremely difficult. It was tough to see her there with a smile on her face. I wasn't able to do that, myself. I broke down and then spaced out for the rest of the service.
I created a playlist on my phone full of music today with explicit lyrics to help me "get over" her. It's been very therapeutic. We did talk for a few minutes this evening though. It was mostly about stuff going on at church, our Facebook relationship status, getting the ring back, and how we would go about telling my son. It was a very civil and friendly conversation, and for the first time in a long time, we didn't blow up on each other and fight.
Still though, prayers are appreciated. I've decided to fast for the next 49 days and pray to God that he gives me direction in my life on where I need to go from here.
"...An Apology. If you met me between 1987 and 2005 and I told you, "I'll pray for you," that was a lie. Never happened. I probably didn't pray for you. And that's not cool." - Prodigal Jon from StuffChristiansLike.blogspot.com