For the life of me, I don’t know why I am so trusting. Almost everyone I have met in my life has betrayed me accused me and abused me.
even my own mother has nothing to do with me. The head teachers at my school hit me so much, even though they knew that I didn’t have a mum. My social worker left me with my violent sadist grandfather. I ask to see my paperwork they told me that it was lost, I didn’t believe them, I know full well they destroyed it all. My husband betrayed me, left me for satan’s daughter, said it was all my fault. I know I can’t go through life never trusting people. otherwise, I will end up destroying myself. Life is far too precious. Despite all my difficulties and all the fools and distrustful people, I meet on my travels. I thank God there are still good people in my life.