Yes, it's good to go back, but still, there are things I hate about church.
Sitting behind those lovey-dovey couples.
Yuck. During two services no less! In one case I had an ice pack in a plastic bag and it rustled. She turned around to look at me. I said, "Sorry!" But then when they were all over each other, she didn't even think to turn around and apologize to me. I wanted to lob my ice pack at them. I didn't, if that's what you're thinking. I only ever got to sit like that once in church and we broke up in the parking lot during communion. Grr. I still remember that he smelled like goat. Oh, the odor coming up from his unwashed suit! yuck! But still, grrr!