I seriously wish I had never given you a ride to that first baking day. If you hadn’t come and made friends and started coming to my church, none of this ever could have happened. I feel like I lost you in the process and I’m responsible for the mistakes you are making and the hurt you WILL experience because you refuse to see the merit in the wisdom of others who have been exactly where you are.
I don’t know how it went from “I went home and literally bowed a knee before God to thank Him for the incredible people I just met” to THIS.
It’s all my fault. And I’m dying on the inside.