Am a female in my late thirties Need friends to call and checkup on me

Our front door clicked shut at 6:43 a.m. I remember the time because the microwave clock was the only thing he didn’t take. 

He didn’t yell. He just lifted Cellie from her bed, still wrapped in the yellow blanket , and walked out. Her backpack was already by the door. So was his bag. He’d packed in the night whilet I was explaining to his aunt to beg him

I stood in the kitchen in bare feet. The lease was in his name. The bank account was in his name. Even the car title his name. When I opened the pantry, it was empty except for a box of salt. He’d cleared it after dinner yesterday and I thought he was just cleaning.

By noon the locks were changed. His sister was there to do it. She wouldn’t look at me. “He said you’d understand,” she told the floor. 

I didn’t. 

That night I slept on a bench at the bus station because the shelter was full. My phone had 3% and no one left to call. 

Is years now am lost, I had nothing in my name no home to money no friends no nobody. ..... but I believe God is never partial