My name is Nina and I am 32 years old. As they lowered my husband, Michael into the ground, I stood alone, surrounded by strangers with pitying eyes. Not a single family member came. No parents, no sister, not even Jessica, my best friend since childhood. They all chose my sister Rachel’s engagement party instead. As the dirt hit the casket, my phone lit up. A message from mom. We need to talk now. Below it, 22 missed calls. If you are watching this video, what would you do in my position? Please like and subscribe to hear how I found strength when everyone I loved abandoned me.

Michael and I met during our sophomore year at college. He bumped into me at the library, sending my stack of psychology textbooks flying across the floor. Instead of a quick apology and walking away, he insisted on helping me gather everything, then offered to buy me coffee as compensation. That coffee date turned into dinner, which turned into a movie night, which turned into the most beautiful 5 years of marriage I could have imagined.