I use to be so gullible; I believed just about anything anyone would tell me. If Chicken Little would have told me, “the sky is falling”, I would have been right there with him, running in circles and trying to save everyone.
Somehow I believed that I was needed, wanted and loved based on the subtle (sometimes even blatant) lies someone would tell me. I could not see the manipulation in their words and actions. I could not sort out the truth from fiction as someone told me about their life or problems. I could not see how they were using me just to get what they wanted or needed. I “use to be” so gullible.
And because I was so gullible, I was always racked with guilt. All Chicken Little had to do was tell me that it was my fault the sky was falling and I would…
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