The following is a combination of truth and fiction; for the purposes here, there is no need to distinguish truth from fiction.
Like when mommy said the shots wouldn’t hurt.
It did hurt, every one.
Like when daddy said it was just my imagination.
There was a woman in my closet.*
Like when Billy said let’s go play in the park.
He tried to kiss me, but when I refused, he punched me hard in the arm.
Like when Sally asked if we could trade shoes.
The heel of one of hers was broken. I told the teacher and Sally punched me in the back.
Like when my baby daddy said he’d pull out before he came so we didn’t need a condom.
Ended up pregnant and he was nowhere to be found.
Like when my ex husband told me he cared about me.
He’d punched me in the face within six months.
Like when my ex boyfriend said he’d found true love at last.
He was a love bomber and a gaslighter.
Like when the boss says you’ll get a promotion for your ideas.
He claims the ideas for himself and gets promoted.
Like when elected representatives say they act in our best interests.
“Our” is defined as their own personal pockets.
Trust is overrated and chronically exploited. There is no reason that can make me trust.
Remember what Fox Mulder said: Trust no one!
*note: this one is TRUE. As a child, I heard someone in my closet and ran to my parents’ room and told them. My dad said it was my imagination, but when they came and checked, to prove it was my imagination, there was a woman in the closet. Some woman my dad was carrying on with and who had snuck into our house one night.
What are your thoughts on trust?