Here’s the thing: some people will line up to kick you when you’re down. It’s just their nature, like wolves who instinctively close in on fallen calves. I can live with that, I guess.
The problem is that if, in spite of all of their efforts to finish you off, you manage to claw your way back to your feet and move on with your life, they expect you to pretend that none of it ever happened. They get morally outraged if you view their friendliness with a certain healthy skepticism after that.
Look, I’m happy to consider the possibility that the next time I stumble, you won’t close right back in for the kill. I would like to think that you might actually be in the other group next time, the one speaking words of encouragement and support as I struggle back to my feet. But it would be foolish of me to assume that you won’t use my vulnerability against me. I mean, you’ve already demonstrated that you probably will.
If it’s my trust you want, I’m sure there will be ample future opportunities for you to earn it back. Until then, you’ll just have to get along without it. Sorry, but that’s just how reality works.
Thanks for your time.