Trust is a tricky thing. For as long as I can remember, I’ve always been the kind of person who offers a clean slate when I meet someone new. I like to give everyone the benefit of the doubt, just as I’d hope they’d do for me. It’s my way of being open, of allowing people the freedom to show me who they truly are, without the shadows of past experiences clouding my perception.
But recently, I’ve found myself struggling with a “friend” who has been less than honest with me.
I still call them a friend because, deep down, I believe there’s still a chance for redemption, a part of me that holds onto hope. Yet, the lies keep piling up, each one masked with the excuse of protecting me.
Ironically, those “protective” lies only end up doing more harm than good, slowly eroding the trust I was so willing to give.
It’s a difficult position to be in. I want to believe that people are good, that they mean well. But when the foundation of our friendship becomes a web of dishonesty, it feels like a betrayal not just of trust, but of the clean slate I so willingly offered.
At the end of the day, I know trust is something that’s built, nurtured, and earned. And once it’s broken, it’s hard to mend. I’m learning to be more careful, to set boundaries, and to recognize that trust is not something to be taken lightly. It’s a reminder to hold onto the clean slate but not to be afraid to walk away when that trust is repeatedly abused.
Sometimes, people need to prove they’re worthy of the trust I so freely offer, and I’m finally learning to let them do just that.
xoxo
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