Even Jesus was betrayed- I know I knew better once upon a time. I guess I trusted in where my friendships were forged, somehow thinking they were impervious. I also never expected my trust to be betrayed in such a way that would leave it so broken, like a shattered mirror. Tiny pieces of that mirror keep reflecting on everyone I believe in, and then I get angry. With myself, and with the one who shattered it. I don't know how to forgive that, I'm not sure I can. I am just trying not to hate right now, trying not to be angry, but every time I look at someone with my girls and automatically question their intentions- it's there.
And I hate it.
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