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Stabbed in the Back, Stabbed in the Front
And You Wonder Why I Don’t Trust People
There was a time in my life when I took people at face value. I trusted them until I was proven wrong. That day is not today and this is part of the reason why.
As a young mother, living in a trailer, working in a coffee shop, trying to raise 3 boys under 12, I had little time for friends or fun.
I was living with their father, a work-shy, abusive jerk who made me feel like garbage.
I had 3 jobs and no self-esteem. I wasn’t even 30, and I felt like my life was over. My life wasn’t mine, it belonged to my kids and that father of theirs.
Enter Linda.
She was bright, blonde and a bubbly, chubby woman about 15 years older than me. She was married and had a pretty teenage daughter. She worked as a waitress at a local restaurant, and she was darn good at her job. She could charm the pants and the change out of them out of anyone.
At the time, I had no female friends. I had no time for friends. My friends were my kids. I wasn’t running to clubs and hanging out. I was running to school conferences and baseball games. And I was okay with it.
She showed me a different world and a different me.
