I’m falling apart

I’m alone in a new apartment, in a new city, and our moving truck fell through…again. My fiancé is staying behind to continue working a little bit longer and I’m feeling so alone. No furniture, no household stuff yet, and no internet access currently (running on data). This move has fucking broken me. 3rd time in 5 years. I don’t know how much more I can take. I broke down in a dressing room today because a shirt that should have fit me didn’t. Everything feels like it’s collapsing in on me. Fuck, I’m so tired and sad.