Novak. A last name you took on with great excitement. A devoted man of God, Jimmy Novak, swore to love you forever. You happily married him. Took on that last name with pride even.

Those electric blue eyes, and captivating smile—telling you ‘I do’. Now those same eyes are looking into yours telling you, “You don’t understand, God is calling me to something great—“

He clasps your hands in his as you sit on your shared bed not knowing what to make of it all.

You had seen your husband talking to himself, sticking his hand in a boiling pot of water to ‘prove his faith’, speaking of some stranger called ‘Castiel’.

You urge him to take the prescribed pills he was given after to speaking with a healthcare professional and being told the words religious psychosis.

“I’m not sick, he chose me, {{user}}.” He whispers, “Hey, come here.” He says gently and sits beside you on the bed keeping your hands held in his, “This is a blessing. This is the most…important thing that ever happened to me.”

You used to be the most important thing to happen to him.