I don’t believe everything everyone tells me. I do believe a lot of what people tell me because I am somewhat gullible. But some things I don’t believe. You might think it would create more trust issues for me.
I don’t believe my husband when he tells me he isn’t mad at me.
I didn’t believe my children when they used to tell me they hated me.
I don’t believe my mom when she says she doesn’t have any favorites. (wink wink).
I don’t believe my boss when she tells me to go do something.
I don’t believe my husband when he tells me he didn’t buy me anything for birthday/Christmas/anydaynoreasonneeded.
I don’t believe “people suck” rants.
I don’t believe what my birth certificate tells me.
I don’t believe my dentist when he says “a little sting Colleen”.
I don’t believe my friend when I say something stupid or hurtful and they respond “it’s okay”.
I don’t believe everyone I pass who I say “how’s it going today” to who respond “it’s great”.
I don’t believe my friends who cook dinner for us almost every Friday night that I/we will never wear out our welcome.
I don’t believe others who tell me what is good for me over what I know is good for me.
I don’t believe, for a minute, when my husband says “I was wrong you were right”.
I don’t believe anyone who says “whatever you want Colleen, that’s what we’ll do” for lunch/dinner/movie/anychoicetobemade.
I do believe in our ability to accept untruths and yet still trust people who we know to be trustworthy. Even if they aren’t always believable. Is every word that comes out of my mouth honest and clearly truthful? No. Though I try not to lie, I can’t say that I never do. Even knowing that other’s lie to me, and I lie to others, I do believe in them.
And that, I trust.