I want to feel happy for you because you’re engaged and he seems good for you. But I also feel bad because the marriage will root you deeper into the cult you were born and raised in, and I want nothing more than for you to be free. It’s bittersweet. But for you, I’ll try to be happy. Because you’re my best friend, and you have stuck beside me for decades despite me being an atheist. I’m sticking beside you, too. As long as you are happy, that’s all I can wish.