“What about?”
I can’t ever remember talking to my dad about
relationships. Probably because I didn’t have one that I ever
cared to fight for enough to actually get advice about. Also
because Dad isn’t the easiest person to talk to things about. At
least for me. But then, maybe I’m not so great at showing my
emotions or talking about them either.
“I don’t know. I guess it was about her getting scared.
She’s never said so, but I think someone really hurt her in the
past.”
“That’s not easy.”
“I know that, but it hurt that she doesn’t trust me not to
hurt her the same way.”
“You’ve known her for a while then?”
“No,” I admit, suddenly feeling a bit silly.
“It takes a while for some people to learn to trust. Not
everyone finds that easy. To some, it can take a lifetime,
especially if something harmful or hurtful has happened to
them before.”
I didn’t really think of it that way. I know trust isn’t
instinctual. I know it’s not something that just happens. I know
that it takes time. I guess I made the mistake of putting how I
felt on Adley and expecting her to feel the same way. I do trust
her. I have always had this sense of who I can trust and who I
can’t, and that happens right away. Guys not so much, but
then, I was probably never looking that hard for the right one.
I just took whoever was in my path at the time and tried to
make a relationship out of it because that’s what I thought I
should be doing. I don’t know that I ever really trusted any of
them.