Trust.
That word alone makes me confused. It’s something you give to someone and expect them to respect it. I gave that to a couple people and a couple people abused that. Someone close to me, he abused it. What he did changed my view on him forever. He didn’t do much but it was enough to cause my body to tense up and I was paralyzed with confusion and fear.
Why did he touch me that way? Did he think I was my mother? Being intoxicated changes what you see. I don’t know really, I was practically a hold still. It scares me thinking that he would go farther so I lock my door when I sleep.
My trust is something that has been shattered and shards of them cling to hope that someone can find super glue and glue it back together. It ruins things when I can trust and accept what someone says. My mind reverses your tone into a snide sarcastic tone.
Sometimes I sit and wonder how my parents would react if I died. Most take place at a fire in the school while others in a car crash.
Anyways, who can I trust? Should I even bother to try and trust someone?
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Trust? There is no trust. It’s practically just a hunch. It’s something that you pretty much have to wait and see how it turns out. I have two people that i’ve “trusted” completely my entire life, and one of them are now dead. And neither of them are blood. But, until i’m dead, i’ll always be looking over my back, because i’ve been stabbed their many a time before, and i’m not about to let that happen again.
I got carried away there, but yeah, I understand where you’re coming from.
No need to apologize Snuffles. I like being told exactly how someone feels. I despise the sugar coated method. I’ve just been accustomed and raised to trust people and I’m sad to say that reality hit me like a wrecking ball on that subject.
You’re another one, eh? Reminds me of the British film ‘Fish Tank’. Women dating these guys who hit on their underage daughters… utterly revolting.
The bad part is he wasn’t dating my mother. He’s been my step dad since I was a infant.
Ughh. Maybe he was just really drunk then. People lose their inhibitions sometimes.
Mhm. They do that. I do look like my mother as well so being intoxicated wouldn’t help. It just scares me that one day he might go all the way by accident while he’s drink
Hit him with something heavy and knock him unconscious. Then drag him out to the living room. He’s that drunk, he’ll wake up with a hangover and won’t have a clue of what happened.