Trust. There's a word that can take on many meanings. Broken trust. That's a phrase that can show itself in many different forms. By nature, I believe we are creatures inclined to trust each other. Of course, it's those closest to us we are drawn to trust the most. However, it's when we have been hurt by those people that it cuts the deepest.
In general, I am not a person to sit and worry about what others think of me. I love my life, I am blessed beyond measure, and I see little reason to spend my valued time pondering the opinions of others. I said "in general."
I am also human, and there are certain people I have opened my life to that I would expect a higher level of maturity and respect from. Respect in the form of not talking about me behind my back. Respect in the form of coming to me if you have a problem with me. Respect in the form of not posing as one who loves and cares for my children and family only to show truer colors when in certain company. Respect in the form of not hurting those I love dearly! It's OK though. Some people just can't help who they are, and see no error in their ways. I can accept that. However, I was raised better than to allow those kind of people into my inner circle again, and will inevitably pull away over time.
The thing these kind of people fail to realize is that they aren't slick. They aren't operating without notice. There are a lot of us on to you, and on to the things you say about all of us. There's an old saying that goes, "If someone will talk about others to you, they will talk about you to others." Might want to make sure you know your audience.
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