I really wanted to talk to someone... someone I could trust... about what was going on. And I turned to a friend I had met during a Bible class I attended at another church. We had music in common and enjoyed that connection.
So I went to her home to tell her about what was happening to me. She and I had become close as we studied together. And now, I was feeling so isolated.
I really thought I couldn't talk about this with friends from my own church. The situation hit too close to home.

Well... I was wrong. I shouldn't have even tried to explain. She did not want to hear what I had to say. She acted as though she might catch a disease from me... like I was contaminated...
...and as I left her home that day, I knew we would not be seeing each other any more. She did not want to be around a 'sinner.'