I would always rather have the truth and be in a worse place, than to be in ignorant bliss. It's hurts beyond most measure to trust someone and have them not even respect you enough to tell you the truth even if it hurts you. It makes me upset, it makes me angry, and worst of all, it makes me distrustful, and makes myself more likely to keep the truth from others.
I found out recently that someone close to me lied to me, over, and over, and over and over again. Not just about anything, about something I distinctly asked them to be completely honest with me about. Due to the fact that it might skew the idea for the actuality, I'm not going to name what was lied to me about. I asked so many times, to not be lied to like this. But I was lied to anyway. I know the world fixes all the misconceptions about it that you have when you're a child, but trust has always been something I wished I could always have. I told my sister about my blog, and asked her to tell no one else for now. She told me she wouldn't and I believed her. But now, I can't. I feel betrayed, and not only betrayed but disrespected, by someone who should have respected me as much as I respected them. But they didn't. They lied. Not just once, but many many times.
I used to think that you can't trust people. But I also used to think that there were exceptions, I was wrong. and that, that is a harder fact to swallow than learning that you couldn't trust people.
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