#154. Breaking up after a retreat.
Apr 15th by JonNext to unpacking, dumping your boyfriend or girlfriend is our favorite thing to do after a church retreat. We can’t help it. The retreat speaker always tells us on Saturday night, “If there’s anything you need to lay down before the cross tonight, to give up to God, come down and do it. Don’t wait, this is your chance.” And you are the first thing we think of. So we decide with our retreat friends that we are going to do it. This relationship is over. And then on Sunday afternoon when we get back, we call you and have the following conversation:
Girl:
“The retreat was good, it gave me a lot to think about.”
Guy:
“Really? Like what?”
Girl:
“Well, I think you and I have grown apart.”
Guy:
“You’ve been gone for 44 hours and were 119 miles away, what do you mean?”
Girl:
“God just really laid it on my heart that I should focus on him and not this relationship.”
Guy:
“God told you to dump me?”
And so forth. The moral of this story is that if your girlfriend or boyfriend is going on a retreat, you better go too. Unless it’s an all girl’s retreat. And mission trips are even worse. Your girlfriend is going to start seeing Mark, that awkward but kind of cute guy, in a whole new light during that mission trip. It’s a light called, “Look at Mark feed hungry children in Africa while my boyfriend plays Xbox back in Ohio.”
Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
(Special thanks to Brian for the idea.)
Lonesome Crick
Love is a flower that grows in a field sprinkled with time and distance and longing. A longing that a big city like Topeka might try to wear away, but it can’t. Dalton was in big, beautiful love with Julieanne, the small town elementary teacher and there was nothing that was going to stand in his way. Even her fiancé.
Click here if Julieanne hates Dalton at first but grows to love him eventually.
Comments
I remember going on a missions trip the summer before my senior year of high school and, through various events, decided that I was going to break up with my girlfriend when I got home from the trip. As soon as I got home and saw her face, I couldn't do it. I felt guilty about it for the longest time too.
My name is Brian, and this almost-exact conversation happened with me in high school.
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HAHAHAHAHA. True!!!
oh yeah…. 30 years ago my gf dumped me at a camp for a guy who had a CAR. It didn't just break my heart, it nuked it!
Who'd ever be young again?