jebzestybmw03: its not like hugging = im going to kiss you and love you and have lots of unchristian sex with you jebzestybmw03: unless you're a stripper jebzestybmw03: but even then, that costs extra A Mended Solace: exactly. Well then, okay. I physically and noticeably dodged a hug from Jake today... or whatever it was that he was going to do that has some contact involved. I'm really serious about this. I barely spoke to him all night. We're in such a bad place. I can't even begin to translate how I am feeling. He can write a letter of concern. Because I am finished. Maybe. I don't know. He tried to talk to me so many times and I just let it go through one ear and out the other. I don't forget the things I say. I have such a headache. I'm wrapped around this situation so tightly. I have no earthly idea how to do this. I'm lost. Help God. Charlie was telling Jake about my dancing testimony... and he says, "It was a blessing to hear that testimony... She's a bride of Christ. --I mean a woman of Christ." WHAT THE CRAP?