Someone wise once told me that I felt safest with my husband when I was most at risk. That crap SPUN ME for a loop. And it was so true. When he was acting like a good husband, hiding his truths, his past, his pain, his lies, I felt good, happy, I trusted him. How ironic no?

So now, I have no trust. I don't even trust myself to see the truth or to identify a lie. But I am living with a person who is MUCH MORE deserving of my trust than that other person. It is a process, a painful painful process.