My husband has a friend who pushes every button I have. It's almost funny. Almost.
He constantly hugs me. I am not a hugger. I even have this information on a sweatshirt.
He is loud, boorish, and makes huge presumptions about our friendship. I don't mean his friendship with my husband. I mean his friendship with me. Such as:
I respect my friends' boundaries, and I listen to them when we talk.
He does not.
He tells me how much he loves me constantly, and that I'm his family. In fact, he calls me Momma.
We're the same age. I feel his familiarity is over-the-top and invasive.
He keeps saying I'm going to be in charge when he and my husband go into business together.
Uh, no, I'm not. I hope not to be anywhere near it.
I'm going to make him stop drinking.
No, that's a decision he has to work out on his own.
I try to be cordial and patient with this gentleman but conversations about Jesus are difficult when he's often either inebriated or just bouncing off the walls. He reminds me of a bulldozer going at full throttle but no one is in the cab driving.
I want to be a good witness but, y'all, I'm not gonna lie. This guy doesn't bring out my warm-and-fuzzy side.
I truly have compassion for him. He may grate on my nerves like 80 grit sandpaper, but I certainly don't wish him ill. He needs a true, deep, sincere relationship with Jesus. But, man, talk about somebody rubbing me the wrong way. I'm praying for him, but maybe I'm praying for the wrong person.
Have you ever run across a person like this? How did you handle it?
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