Seeing more than one should is hard.
Like listening to someone lying to you when you know the whole story.
And what’s worse is how much I prompt them to actually get to the truth. Then, when they do, the act of that person’s lying hurts much more. Expecting it would hurt is a given, but it gets me right in the chest when you hear them explain.
This is a realization I’ve had for quite a while. Like back when I was still a grader. But I guess I always believe in the good of people and I end up getting major disappointments.