"Well. . .   It was a pretty heavy make out session."

A blank stare from my eyes as my "best"friend uttered these words.  She was referring to what happened between her and the man I was in love with.  I would come to find out later that "a heavy make out session" meant kissing once, shortly, on the lips, nothing fancy.  But, in her rush to make me back off, and hurt me permanently, she called it a heavy make out session.  Mission accomplished.

I can honestly say that a lot of the problems I have stem from that moment.  I still remember the feeling I had when she said those words.  It felt like I was being dropped down a long pit with no safety net at the bottom and no bun-gee cords attached to me.  It was a scary feeling.  I think I have finally hit the net I was waiting for, and most of the pain is gone.