In life, shit happens. Sometimes we expect it, most times it totally throws us off our feet. When it does happen, though, we always try to find ways to undo it – think of how we could have prevented it from happening, what we could have done differently or what went wrong in the process. Basically a “what if” and should have/would have/could have fest.
But, to what avail? Mistakes are mistakes. What has been done has been done, what has been said has been said. We can only wish it didn’t happen but what good does wishing do? It doesn’t change anything.
Everywhere around me – tv, movies, facebook – screams out to me the “reality” of relationship breakdowns. The norm nowadays is that of betrayal and distrust. And the usual reaction is always hate and terror and ugly. But even though they may find closure in the form of hateful remarks, the questions always remain – why, was s/he (insert adjective here) –er than me, how, what did I do wrong. Why is it always the “victim” seems to be the one at fault? While the one who inflicted pain goes away scot free? All they can ever say is the meaningless “sorry” because anyway they already cut the strings, they have no more obligations. They don’t have to think of the heart-stopping sting and how long it takes just to set in and then for it to heal. Just sting and bye-bye, I’m gone.
The reality is that trust is taken for granted.
I have a good heart. It just tends to get screwed over by people who have no appreciation for it.
God, why me, AGAIN?! What did I do wrong to be treated this way?
Beautiful Soul 