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The Death of Trust.

  • cynthiafoustvenner
  • Feb 2, 2021
  • 1 min read

Once trust is killed in a relationship, can it come back?


Once you have removed the very foundation, can you rebuild?


How can you move forward?


Do we?


The death of trust plants seeds. With the death, comes life, awakening.


Reexamination. Revisiting the whole relationship. Redefining what exactly existed. Realizing how damaged that has made you. Becoming acutely aware of the mirage you were subjected to.


Wondering what was true? Was any of it? Looking at a stranger whom you thought you knew so well.


Feeling your heart ache so longingly for something that was a fabrication.


To look at someone who actively chose to destroy the very institution they agreed to enter into, with no regard for you, or the outcome.


To know this was done over and over. Feeling a pit in my stomach about what I didn't know.


To lose the most basic element of connection, and feel so cheated, so duped.


And when approached on the issue, the defensiveness, the justification, the deflection.


The rage.


The utter lack of remorse.


The questions. The doubt. The destruction. The suspicions.


The consequences.


Done stealing them.


Xoxo,

C.



 
 
 

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