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In those split seconds of swimming away from “Kyle,” I sensed I was not alone, and I’m not just referring to the outgoing handsome pilot standing there.  I could feel the Holy Spirit deep in the fibers of my being, washing me with wisdom as I free-styled my way back toward the shallow end.

I was quickly reminded of where I came from many years ago (a deep pit of desperation and compromise as a sex & love addicted teenager)… where I was now (walking in V-I-C-T-O-R-Y and helping thousands of others do the same)… and where I was heading (toward even greater levels of spiritual intimacy with my Heavenly Bridegroom, both in this life and in the next).

Of course, Satan was also trying to get a few words in edgewise.

Why not just go for it?!  Sample a little forbidden fruit!  It’s been a long time, and who knows if you’ll ever have this kind of opportunity again?!  No one is going to know!  Come on, live a little!  After all, God is NOT going to love you any less!  Remember?  His mercies are new every morning! 

(Yes, Satan knows Scripture, and will use it as a weapon against us if we’re not careful!)

Whether God would love me or not if I took such a BIG step backwards has never been a concern for me.  He loved me in the midst of my deepest, darkest, most secretive moments.  Is there any depth, any level of darkness, any secret that would cause Him to love me less?

Not a chance.  “…nothing can separate us from the love of God” (Romans 8:38).  That passage means exactly what it says – NOTHING could change God’s love for us.  N-O-T-H-I-N-G!  Zip!  Zilch!  Notta!  Not one thing.  Not even one million things!

Sure.  God would NOT love me any less.  And His mercies ARE new every morning.  But why would I want to go around this same stupid mountain again when I was already living in the Promised Land?  Why put shackles back around my soul when I’d already been set free?  It just didn’t make sense to me, and I’m thankful for that knowledge.  It wasn’t always there.

Even the best of Christians stumble into sin on occasion, but sincere followers of Christ don’t use God’s mercy as a driver’s license to do stupid things or live dangerously.  Sin IS easily forgiven, but the price that Christ paid for my sin was far too high for me to just sin without second thought.

Philip Yancey, author of the book What’s So Amazing About Grace?, says that grace IS cheap (to us), but it wasn’t cheap to Jesus.  The exorbitant price He paid for my personal holiness makes it a priceless gift.

Yes, God would indeed forgive me.  But as freely as God gives us mercy in our time of need, He also gives us grace in our time of need.

What’s the difference?

Mercy is God’s ability to forgive our sins after we’ve committed them.  Grace is God’s power to avoid that sin in the first place.

I couldn’t ignore the grace that I felt flowing directly out of my intimate relationship with Jesus in those speechless moments of shock and surprise.  Yes, mercy would be there if I needed it, but grace was there first.  Grace was there first.  And I welcomed her with open arms.

Jesus may as well have been wading in the shallow end… eavesdropping on the conversation… watching anxiously to see if I’d be slipping out of the pool and into the shower to get ready for my rendezvous with Kyle, or if I’d continue enjoying this special little preconference retreat time He’d carved out for me.

He knew what I’d choose.  He has taught me well.  Basking in His lavish love is SO much more intoxicating than the attentions of any other man.

Are you so completely satisfied through your intimate relationship with Jesus that all other men pale in comparison?

If it wasn’t true before reading this blog post, I pray that it would quickly become your reality.  There’s simply no better lover than Jesus… no greater love story than the great lengths He has gone to in order to woo and pursue us into a divine romance with Him!

And isn’t it just the coolest thing that we can all be so in love with the same man, and feel no jealousy at all? 

It wouldn’t have taken much justification to press through the red warning flags I mentioned in the last blog post and “just do lunch” with Kyle.  I could have easily entertained thoughts such as:

• As long as we stay in a public place, it’ll be okay.  There’s no real danger in meeting him in the lobby restaurant.
• It will be ONE hour, two at most!  That’s not enough time to be unfaithful to my husband!
• No one at this hotel knows who I am, so it’s not like I’m going to “get caught!”
• This may be GOD opening a door for me to talk to Kyle about JESUS!

(yes, we Christian girls often use evangelism as an excuse to follow our flesh!)

Fortunately, this was NOT my thought pattern this time, although 15-20 years ago, I’m pretty sure it would have been.  Praise God for transformation!

The thoughts that were rolling through my head regarding the logic of such a lunch date were more like:

• Okay, let’s say I agree to one lunch.  What then?  A yearning for another lunch in another city someday!  And another!  And then lunch won’t be enough!
• Why stir up insatiable yearnings that ultimately lead to “Heartbreak Hotel” when I can just mind my own business here at the Marriott Hotel and keep my heart intact?
• You know one hour of conversation will not scratch his itch (or yours if you start this thing).  It will be like scratching poison ivy, making it itch even more, causing it to spread and do even more damage!
• If you give him an inch, he’s going to want a mile.  If you give him the impression that you’re friends now, he’s going to start contacting you whenever he wants an ego stroke.
• Do you really want to play “boy toy” to some pilot?
• There may be no getting rid of him afterward.  He’ll want to exchange cell phone numbers, or start emailing you, etc.
• He could easily become a leech, sucking more and more life out of you with each contact.

You get the idea.

Sometimes women can easily romanticize the notion of such an “innocent-yet-intimate” rendezvous with a handsome stranger in an exotic location… but Baby Doll, this ain’t Hollywood, nor is it a Harlequin romance novel.

This is real life, where people get hurt… hearts get ripped out and stomped on… marriages get damaged, sometimes beyond repair… children get caught in the crossfire and wonder, “What the hell happened to our family?”  Not going there.  I’m just not going there.  I hope you won’t go there, either.

One of my favorite sayings has become, “Don’t stick your head into the lion’s mouth before praying, ‘Lord, save me from the lions!’”

A much better strategy is to not go into the lion’s den at all. Then you don’t have to worry about getting devoured.

^“Be alert and of sober mind. Your enemy

the devil prowls around like a roaring lion

looking for someone to devour.”

- 1 Peter 5:8

Okay, so my next thought after “Gee, I’d really rather keep swimming!” was “What’s this guy’s real motive here?”

I mean, sure, Kyle could have had the purest of motives — absolutely nothing on his mind but an innocent conversation over a leisurely lunch.

And Elvis may actually be resurrected from the dead and hiding out in various Dunkin’ Donut shops around the country… and my Maltese puppy may give birth to a litter of humpback whales while I’m in New Zealand… humpback whales who are able to swallow the Pacific ocean in one gulp.

Seriously, I guess there is a slight chance that “just lunch” was all he had in mind.  But why take that risk?  He could also have had a lot of OTHER things on his mind… things like getting a big fat ego stroke, a feather in his cap, a notch in his belt, etc.

In the words of a trusted confidant, “Oh, he totally was hitting on you!  Pilots are famous for their traveling trysts!   I know one and he is always talking about how pilots get so much a-a-a-a-ction!”  (trying to keep it G-rated here)

But I also realized that the situation could be far more dangerous, and have a lot more at stake than just falling into a hotel room romance (as if that isn’t bad enough).

I’m no dummy.  I realized that Kyle may have been a clean-cut handsome guy with personality PLUS, but so was Ted Bundy – you know, lawyer by day, serial killer by night.

For all I knew, Kyle was only POSING as a pilot.  He was wearing jogging shorts, not a uniform.  I didn’t ask to see his badge or I.D. — not that he couldn’t have crafted those things himself.  While he may have the personality of Regis Philbin, he could also have the mentality of Jack the Ripper.  Glad I didn’t hang around to find out.

So before you decide to let some sweet-talking eye-candy lure you into some sort of compromising situation, think of women like Natalie Holloway.  I’m sure at some point she certainly wished she’d never left that Aruban night club with those three men.  And so do her grieving parents.  And so do we.  What happens to women at the hands of sick and twisted men is more than a crime.  It’s absolutely heinous.

And the only way to make sure that something similar doesn’t happen to US is to be WISE!

Here are a few rules to follow to safeguard yourself:

• NEVER let a man lure you into a dark place or a private room.  Always stay in eyesight & earshot of others.
• NEVER get into a strange guy’s car, and get out immediately if one gets into yours.  Better to cause a public scene at location #1 than to be privately attacked at location #2.
• Do whatever you have to in order to call attention to the situation and involve someone else – i.e., walking over to talk to a 3^rd party, screaming, honking the horn, etc.
• Never give out your cell phone number or physical address to anyone you don’t know well and trust implicitly.
• If you’re feeling uncomfortable or unsafe, go ahead and dial 9-1-1 on your cell phone.  When they ask the nature of your emergency, it’s okay to say that you just want your whereabouts to be known because you feel you might be in danger.
• When out on the town, avoid alcohol and other substances that would dull your senses and cause you to let your guard down.

What other tips can you think of for a woman to keep herself SAFE from sexual predators?

Do YOU think that a stranger who suggests getting together with a woman he’s never met before might have more than “just lunch” on his mind?

Has anything remotely like this ever happened to you?  If so, how did you handle it to keep yourself out of harm’s way?

As much as I’d love to tell you that my #1 mental response to “Kyle’s” lunch invitation was totally God-centered and major-super-spiritual, I confess that it was not.

My very FIRST thought?  Honestly?  (promise not to laugh or think less of me!)

My knee-jerk reaction was, “I just got in this pool!”

Seriously, if I had to choose between a leisurely lunch with an overly-attentive handsome pilot, or to continue swimming for 90 more minutes in the California sunshine, I’ll keep swimming, thank you very much!

You may not love swimming like I do, but my point is that when you fill your life FULL of things that you absolutely LOVE doing, it’s much easier to stay on the right track when temptation comes knocking.

Think about it.  One of the main reasons men & women get so sidetracked by inappropriate emotional entanglements is that their lives are way out of balance.

On one extreme, we can fill our days with all kinds of stresses and pressures, but that kind of pressure-cooker environment makes human beings very susceptible to “releasing” those pressures in some pretty inappropriate ways.

On the opposite extreme, we can also let our days become so boring & mundane that we are tempted to “spice things up” with something WAY out of the ordinary, i.e. an extramarital fling.

But what if we create a life that positively fuels us — emotionally, mentally, spiritually, physically, sexually… will we feel the need for that affair when the opportunity comes knocking?

I didn’t.  I didn’t feel the need at all.  THANK YOU GOD that I didn’t feel ANY need for anything more than what I’d already been given in that moment!

God has given me such a feeling of purpose and meaning — in my ministry, in marriage, in motherhood, in special “me-time” moments like swimming, or sipping Chai tea, or nibbling dark chocolate, or lighting a candle and staring at the flame as I count my blessings —  that an afternoon lunch affair couldn’t possibly pull me away from one of my many passions.

Is your life filled with so many healthy passions that you don’t have the time, energy, or inclination for any unhealthy passions to develop?

If so, tell us your secret!  What kind of things do you do regularly that help to create an “affair-proof” life?

I’ve been warned multiple times by multiple people.  “Leading a ministry such as yours paints a big red BULLS-EYE on your forehead!”

I’ve always known it to be true, yet I was still taken by surprise over the events that transpired on June 15^th.  As it was all unfolding, I suspected that I would NEED to blog about this eventually – both as therapy to process it all myself, and hopefully as PREVENTATIVE therapy for my readers.

As I arrived at Dallas/Ft. Worth Airport on June 14^th, I was warned that if I flew

into Los Angeles, I might get stranded there for several days.  A volcano in Chili had erupted, sending an ash cloud over New Zealand’s airspace, which would prevent planes from heading in that direction any time soon.  Due to speak in Christchurch within 72 hours, I begged them to let me on that plane in spite of their warnings.  I knew my chances of getting to New Zealand were much greater if I was already in L.A. than if I were still in Dallas.

Although “acts of God” usually mean that you’re responsible for your own

lodging, Quantas was kind enough to put all of us stranded travelers in a very nice Marriott Hotel near LAX Airport.  I got settled into my room around 3 a.m., slept until 10 a.m., enjoyed a leisurely Starbuck’s breakfast, then headed to the swimming pool for some exercise since I had almost 12 hours before the next possible flight left the U.S.  I felt like I’d been given a free 24-hour California vacation, and I was soaking up every minute of it.

I’m minding my own business in the shallow end of the pool when a handsome

40-ish guy in jogging shorts, tank top, and iPod ear buds strolled by. He’d obviously just completed a jog, and was contemplating the hot tub.  He asked how the water was, and I gave him the thumbs up.

Casual conversation evolved so naturally I can’t even remember what the first

words spoken were.  I eventually asked if he was also stuck in L.A. due to the ash cloud.  Negative.  He was a pilot on sabbatical until his next flight later that evening.  He returned the ball to my side of the court, asking why I was heading to New Zealand.  I explained that I would be doing a 3-week speaking tour.  Predictably, he asked, “What do you speak on?”

I gave my standard as-brief-as-possible answer so as not to bore him to

death.  “Healthy Sexuality and Spirituality.”

Bored?  Obviously not.  Intrigued?  Maybe.  He replied, “So… if I read your books, I’ll learn how to have better sex?”

Again, keeping it as brief as possible, I responded, “Well, if you read my latest book, The Sexually Confident Wife, I guess you might could learn a few things.”

Sensing it was time to wrap the conversation up and move on, I wished him a good day and started swimming toward the opposite end of the enormous pool.

Mr. Pilot-Guy had been long forgotten in the 2.5 minutes it took me to reach the deep end.  My mind was already in Christchurch, praying that the volcanic ash cloud would clear, and that the earthquake aftershocks wouldn’t prevent my plane from landing once I actually arrived.

Suddenly I hear a deep voice chuckle, “You’re going to have to swim a lot faster than that to get any exercise!”

I look up to discover Mr. Pilot-Guy’s toned & tanned frame casting a shadow over me in the California sunshine.  He squats down, extends his arm for a formal handshake, and says, “I’m Kyle… and I was thinking it would be great to have lunch with you.  You seem like a very interesting person, and I’d love to get to know you more.  So… what do you think?”

I can’t recall ever being at a loss-for-words in my entire life, but color me speechless in that moment.  “Well… uh… I… uh… I don’t know if I’d really have time…”

He interrupted my stammering to rescue us both from the awkwardness.  “Look, I have to eat anyway, and I’d love to eat with you.  I’ll be in the hotel lobby at 12:30.  If you’re there, great.  I think we’d have a really good time together.  If you’re not there, well, I understand.”

My crushing reply?  “Uh, okay.”

And then I swam away in the other direction with a million thoughts ricocheting through my brain.  Well, maybe just 10 thoughts.  Ten thoughts that I’m going to be sharing with YOU in the coming blog posts, so stay tuned as I explain the main reasons why I DIDN’T GO THERE!!!

And why I hope YOU NEVER GO THERE, either!

As over 500 women gathered into the sanctuary of Elim Christian Centre last weekend, I’m looking over the crowd and thinking the same thing I always think… These women look so… together… normal… pure. I’m just preaching to the choir here!  They don’t really need this message!

And then the veil is lifted from my eyes after the sessions as women approach, tears in their eyes, confiding things like:

• After I found my husband looking at porn, I began having an emotional affair with a co-worker.  I figured what’s good for the goose is good for the gander, but now I realize this isn’t good for me or my marriage at all!
• I had two abortions before I married, and I’ve never told my husband.  The guilt has robbed me of every ounce of my sexual confidence!
• I was violently raped as a child, and now I’m luring men into my home, having sex with them, and kicking them out to feel like I’m regaining some sense of control, but I realize I am very out-of-control!

These women may feel as if they are shocking me with their confessions, but I’m pretty hard to shock after the past 15 years of speaking on these topics.  I’ve learned that even the most functional looking woman can be quite sexually dysfunctional, and when she reveals her identity and the issues that are troubling her, my heart truly breaks for her!

What is a speaker to do in these situations? I’ve asked myself many times.  I simply can’t put the rest of the conference on hold and counsel her one-on-one for the next hour or two.  Jesus can leave the 99 to go after the 1 lost sheep, but a speaker doesn’t have that luxury.  Nor can I wave a magic wand over her and remedy all of her guilt, shame, brokenness and inhibition (although I’d give anything to own one of those magic wands!).

I’ve had to learn that I’m no one’s personal counselor, shepherd, savior, magician, or miracle worker.  I’m just a fellow struggler who’s a few steps ahead in her own journey toward sexual health & wholeness.  But I’ve got my tail lights on.  And I’m leaving a breadcrumb trail that can be followed, publishing about my progress every step of the way through the various books I’ve written… the Every Woman’s Battle series about how NOT to look for love in all the WRONG places… the Completely His series about how to find love in the RIGHT place (through intimacy with Christ)… and the Sexually Confident Wife about how to cultivate the passion and fulfillment you long for within your own marriage.

I can’t help but wonder after I leave a conference what kind of steps a woman will take to find the healing and wholeness she deserves. Will she actually read the book?  Will she seek the help of a counselor as I so often recommend?  Will she connect with an accountability partner?  Will she make time for intimate quiet times with her Heavenly Bridegroom so that He can heal her from the inside out?  Will she work up the courage to invite her husband into her healing process?  Only SHE can answer those questions.  I can only cheer her on.

Tonight I take the stage at our last conference here in Auckland before returning home – the EveryWoman 2011 Conference at Christian City Church (C3).  And no doubt I’ll have that same thought tonight… These women look so normal, I must be preaching to the choir! I’m learning that even the choir needs to be reminded of these messages once in a while, so I’ll continue to press on, conference after conference, city after city, country after country, as long as God gives me breath.

Thanks for your prayers as we wrap up our 3-week ministry tour here in New Zealand!  They’ve definitely been felt!

Shannon (& Greg)

The fourth of July is one of my favorite holidays for many reasons – the fireworks, the family picnics, the pool parties, all that fun stuff.  While celebrating the independence of our country is certainly a big deal, I usually do some soul-searching around this time of year to reflect on and celebrate my OWN independence as well!

What kind of independence am I referring to?  I’ll share a few examples from my own life and from the lives of many women I talk with each week through my coaching practice (whose names have been changed, of course!)…

• It’s been 12 years since an extramarital emotional entanglement loomed large over my life, threatening my marriage, my family, and my own sanity!   We just celebrated our 20^th wedding anniversary, and I’m thrilled that we made it through that season and learned how to not just survive, but to THRIVE in our marriage!
• Obsessions with how I look and what others think of me have dissipated such that I can concentrate on the millions of other, more important things in life!
• After a 3-year sexual affair with a married man, Katrina has had ZERO contact with her ex-lover for 18 months, proving to herself that she does NOT need a man to feel complete and live a fulfilling life!
• After years of bitterness and resentment toward her dad, Beth has been able to choose forgiveness and move on without feeling the desperate need to search for an alternative “father figure” to fill the void.
• Sarah just celebrated 4 years of sobriety from a pornography addiction that plagued her from the ages of 8 through 30, claiming “Freedom feels far better than slavery!”
• After suffering through the sexual advances of a co-worker for over 6 months (and admittedly almost “caving in” under the pressure), Mindy finally found the courage to leave her job and find a new one, resulting in a healthier work environment, a shorter commute, AND a 10% increase in pay!

It feels so great to be INDEPENDENT rather than CO-DEPENDANT, doesn’t it Ladies?!!

Have YOU taken time to celebrate YOUR independence as a sexual woman who maintains healthy boundaries and a positive self-esteem?  What better time than Independence Day to press the “pause” button and do exactly that!

Or if you’re in need of life coaching to overcome sexual addictions or unpack some emotional baggage that’s dragging you down, go to www.shannonethridge.com/coaching to learn more!

Dear Shannon,

I’m a 41-year-old married woman of 13 years, and I am blown away by your book Every Woman’s Battle! A male friend told me about it (because he’s reading Every Man’s Battle), and I honestly didn’t think it would pertain to me, but how wrong I was! I AM the women in the book. I’ve know for years that something wasn’t quite right, but didn’t know how to put it into words.

I realize now I am a certified ‘flirt.’ I look for love in all the wrong places. I crave male attention. I’m literally the person you wrote this book for. I’m so grateful you’ve brought this topic out in the open!

I want to do some kind of study at my church on the topic. I have the gift of encouragement and teaching and feel very passionate about sharing what I’ve learned with others. I feel like, for the very first time in my life, that I know what God wants to use me for. I’ve always wondered how my past could be used for good…now I know.

Shannon, thank you again for writing this book. So many women relate to this but don’t realize or consider it a “problem.” I get it now.  I feel like the scales have fallen from my eyes.  This book is changing my marriage, my very life.

Gratefully,

K

posted by Terrica

We recently received an email from a guy who is absolutely heartbroken regarding the Twilight Saga.  At first glance, we assumed it was simply another husband complaining (albeit rightly so!) about his wife’s over-enthusiasm for the series, but as we continued reading soon realized his cry was far more serious that we could have imagined.  Ladies, take note. Consider this a warning.

Dear Shannon,

I’m writing you because I have no idea who else might understand the situation I find myself in.  My wife has an addiction, though it’s not what you might think.  She addicted to the teen book series called Twilight.   Are you familiar?  I honestly wasn’t until recently.  I mean, I’d heard of them in passing but that was about it.  Well, a few weeks ago out of nowhere she began accusing me of having an affair. I was shocked!  You see, we’re both Christians, happily married with 2 children, and when I say happily I mean it.  We’ve always had a great marriage, great sex life, great everything.  So when she began falsely accusing me of infidelity for no apparent reason, I was dumbstruck.  When I asked her WHY she thought such a thing, she said there had to be someone else because I just didn’t pursue and romance her the way I used to.  I admit, I probably don’t pursue her the way I did when we were first dating, but I’m still very affectionate, loving, affirming, bring her flowers…you get the idea.  It isn’t like I’m cold and distant.

Anyway–over the course of a few weeks she kept starting these arguments out of nowhere, and then in the middle of them she’d say what she really wanted was to have sex.  No kidding.  She’d go from hating me to wanting me sexually all in the same conversation, well, argument really.  You can imagine how confused I was by the whole interaction. The REALLY weird thing was–she seemed completely mentally absent during the act.  Like…she wasn’t even there.  At first she’d simply close here eyes the ENTIRE time, but eventually–without being too graphic–she wanted to engage in intercourse in such positions that she literally couldn’t see me.  After this occurred a few times I sort of confronted it, and she admitted she had been fantasizing about ‘some actor–no big deal’.  I knew she’d been reading the series but hadn’t thought much of it.  I started doing some digging online and realized she had been spending HOURS looking at photos of this Robert Pattinson guy who plays the vampire in the books.  She has also been watching the movies over and over while I was at work.  I was floored! I asked her if that was him, the guy she was fantasizing about and she admitted it was, but when I asked her to stop reading the books she refused.  A few days later, still really bothered by the whole thing, I asked again and she still refused.  Then things really got strange.  I got incredibly angry and told her the books had become an idol and that I wouldn’t have it in my house–to which she started screaming at me.  It was a side of her I’d NEVER seen in our 8 years of marriage.  I took the books and started towards the door to trash them, and she ATTACKED me.  Physically, literally attacked me.  She kept screaming, “Give me my books back!”  I had to hold her down until she calmed, but even then she was still so angry she ordered me to leave.  I stayed at my buddies apartment that night, thinking it was a good thing to give us time to cool off.  What I didn’t expect was that I’d end up staying there 4 consecutive nights.  It’s been over two weeks now since that big fight, and when I’ve tried to talk to her she says she wants a divorce.  She says she just isn’t happy with me anymore, that she wants something different, something more.  No matter what I say her eyes just look empty.

Shannon, I am so heartbroken.  I feel like I’ve lost my precious wife to a fictional character that isn’t even REAL. What do I do? I don’t know how to be MORE.  I love her deeply, and our children.  I provide for them, always have.  We have a beautiful home and life together…  I don’t know what else I can give her that I don’t already. I’ve suggested counseling but she says she isn’t interested, that it won’t help.  What do I do?  I’m at a loss.  Please help.

Jason

Reading this email breaks my heart over and over again.  I don’t have words to express my sadness.  The incredibly interesting part of his email however, was an excerpt he included from an article he’d found online by Steve Wohlberg.  In you aren’t aware, Stephanie Meyer (the author) wrote this series after the concept came to her in a DREAM.  She had never written anything before this series was birthed.  She’s been asked multiple times if she’s ever dreamed of her characters again, and she says she has only ONCE:

“Shockingly, after Stephenie Meyer’s unexpected rise to stardom, she later confessed,

I actually did have a dream after Twilight was finished of Edward coming to visit me — only I had gotten it wrong and he did drink blood like every other vampire and you couldn’t live on animals the way I’d written it. We had this conversation and he was terrifying. (2)

I’m convinced that the “Edward” who appeared to Stephenie Meyer in her two dreams was a demon with a secret, diabolical agenda. What agenda? Based on what God’s Book says in Revelation 12:11, it was to keep sinful mortals focused on the wrong blood. Judging by the public’s response to the Twilight novels and movies, there’s no doubt that his hellish plot has been successful”

Fascinating, huh?  Check out the full article here:

http://www.movieguide.org/articles/1/545/the-darkness-of-twilight-hidden-perils-behind-todays-vampire-craze

In order to guard your marriages ladies, you MUST guard your hearts!  It is of absolute, paramount importance.  Don’t be sucked into this craze.  Your husbands and children are worth far more than a fictional obsession with teenage vampires and werewolves!

Do you agree??  Have you heard of similar situations like Jason’s?  Did you get sucked in, too?  Would love to hear your story, if so.  I’ll be sharing mine soon!