I remember now I did text you. I expect something that was not right. I expected you to give me strength to get out of it when I should have just talked to god. I’m sorry dude. The more I sit, think, and cry abt it, it just makes me feel like more a hypocrite. I’m sorry j. I’m glad you are healed from me. I’m glad I got to caught up in my hellish life to come back and ruined you a 3rd time. If you knew the half of it, you wouldn’t hate me as much I hope. I’d never choose fear again. I’m sorry. Truly. If I could aplogize again I’d do it more calmly and less out of fear. I’m sorry friend