I don’t trust women. I do not trust them in a box, I do not trust them with a fox. I do not trust them by sea or by land, I do not trust them Sam I Am.
Deeds likely thinks I’m crazy, but I don’t like his girl friends. One. *Thinks* ok three. Off the top of my head. And its not me being jealous in every case. There’s always a trigger. Something a bit out of place for me. Information too willingly shared (windows and walls friends), that whole damsel in distress bit, the sister act. I’ve seen it all. And I find myself battling, internally, to just STFU and trust. I do trust. I trust him completely. What I don’t trust is that temptation won’t be kept at bay. What I distrust is the faux regard for his relationship.
This is something I’m struggling with. Something I can’t seem to reconcile within myself and perhaps for good reason but who’s to say. I struggle a lot of times with my hypersensitive affect. I feel everything. I can ignore a tingle, an inkling, the humming, then soft sing-song, but I cannot fall deaf on the jungle drum. And isn’t that what it always becomes? something you absolutely positively cannot ignore?
Consequence of having a good guy.