Sheep in Wolf’s clothing

When I make friends, and trust me when I say that is not an easy thing for me to do, since I have some serious trust issues. I could give you the big sob story as to why I have these issues, but I will spare you those details. Suffice it to say, I have been hurt, a lot by people I trusted and leave it at that. That being said, it takes a lot for me to let people in and let them close enough to actually get to know me. The real, dorky, silly, loving, me. So, if I consider you a friend, and not just an acquaintance you are someone I will  spend time with, someone I will  talk to, really talk to, and tell you what is going on in my life, which I keep pretty close to the vest, then I trust you. So I don’t expect you to rub it in my face when things go easy for you, because I wouldn’t do it to you. I don’t expect you to do what  we are doing and have it go smoothly for you, and have you brag about it, as you watch me struggle, and you pretend to be  my friend. Like you care about what is really going on in my life.  I will be happy for you. I will cheer you on, because that is the kind of person I am. I guess that’s what makes you and I so different. We have had fun. We have laughed, and we have cried. But it always seems to be the same. I am there for you but you are never there for me. It’s a one sided friendship and it always has been and I don’t know why I am still in it. You act like you care, and it’s a good act to, I have to admit, but you don’t. Actions speak louder than words, and right now, your words just hurt.

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