Saturday, July 25, 2009

Then There Was One

One of the most difficult things for me to deal with in this life is thinking I can trust someone and then finding out my trust is entirely misplaced. Still, I'm a trusting soul. It's something I've never been able to lose.

I trusted him with my home (he said he'd pay rent and utilities while I was gone), trusted him with my animals, trusted him with my life. He didn't just trample that trust. He shattered it.

My animals are gone. Midnight is dead. She was eaten. Nino and Smoke were neglected to the point that I've been told they can no longer stay here. Nothing was paid and I'm facing homelessness. Hard enough in and of itself, but to lose my little home in the woods? Unthinkable.

I'm trying to swallow the lesson in the madness and finding it fairly bitter. Am I depressed? No. Sad? Absolutely. On so many levels. And utterly horrified that all I care about was treated with such utter disregard by someone whom I thought cared, at least a little, about me.
Okay. Okay then. I'm a big girl. I'm an intrepid gypsy. I'll find a way to deal with this. Moving forward is my only option. Here I go.

Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.

Ignominy ought to be my middle name.

3 comments:

  1. gm Barb

    sad to say, that is what is the most lacking today.. integrity.. we have had some serious lessons on who can you trust...in our lives, govmt, countries... need I go on..
    v

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  2. Damn him to the lower reaches of hell.. What had midnight, smoke and nino ever done wrong to him.. I mean it was a simple thing you asked nothing complex wasn't it.. I hope your able to keep your house but will it be the same?

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