Sex & the Single Woman: Hang Me Up to Dry
I have trust issues. Not the kind where you can’t trust anyone, but the tricky kind where you do trust everybody. Instant problem.
Where this has led me in the past are not good places. Once you break down that wall, I’m inclined to believe. And forgive. And believe. And forgive. It’s not a good cycle.
Most recently, I am learning that trusting others doesn’t necessarily mean they will respect you. Whether or not they realize it, they slowly start to lead you on.
I am currently in the position where I have dug myself into that hole — I realize that things were not what I thought they were, and yet I can’t see to crawl out. I want to continue to trust people, but I’m learning that it doesn’t always work that easily.
So what are we supposed to do? Put our guards up and expect to be hurt? Or keep our guards down and be beaten time and time again? Should we be expected to question everyone?
As usual, I don’t have the answer, but as I ponder it, I guarantee I’ll be listening to “Hang Me Up to Dry” by the Cold War Kids.