azurelunatic | Four little words.

I have trust issues. I also tend to get insights. There are times when people are being asshats, and trying to hide it...

... Gha. Gha gha gha. I wish, if what was said is so, that I could say I was angry and disappointed and shocked.

I'm somehow not, though.

The words 'I told you so' are haunting me.

I hope Echo was at one point the man he was thought to be. I measure my loss of faith in him to the Tuesday in September [private entry]. Something about the tone of voice, the touch of words, told me I could not trust him. No True Friend would speak that way.

What kills me is that she knew him better than I did, had known him longer... and trusted him longer. I was willing to put aside my vague misgivings as she knew him better, before then; I was not willing to put aside my specific misgivings when he demonstrated, to me, that his attention was not on my dear sister's health and well-being as it should be were he truly her friend, but somewhere else.

Gha.

I have to listen to my instincts.

I told me so, but did I listen?