One person who I trusted with the truth in my heart betrayed me. That person hurt some of the people I care about just to cause me pain in my heart. I withdrew, became angry, became confrontational ... in short ... lost faith in my judgment of others and didn't like myself in the process.
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[/img]I'm happier with the five or six people I can trust than a dozen hypocrites, who smile to my face while turning a knife in my back. The ones who would use me because I chose to trust the wrong individuals. At 64, I'm still being reminded that the only one I can really trust is myself. It's sad but it's a truth about my life.
I still give everyone a chance, until they prove by their actions to be unworthy of my time and friendship. Then they become ghost to me. I can no longer remember their names or faces.
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