Negative thoughts have been with me all day. They keep popping in, bothering me, nagging and nagging, until of course, I write it all out. They repeated the same scenario of great disappointment; the type of disappointment that one feels when they realize they’ve been wrong, and that the “benefit of the doubt” no longer excuses the action… For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. I set myself up. One can only be disappointed when they put hope and emotional value onto someone or something. My hope was great enough that the disappointment was equally great. When something goes up, it must come down. I come down crashing each time. Maybe, I have suffered multiple concussions, and thus the reason for not learning my lesson the first time around. I understand, but still cannot accept. The lack of “compassion”. The lack of one simple word that would have made a difference. We trust that others would do as we would do. We project our own belief system and anticipate the same reaction. Not the case. Another lesson learned: Don’t expect anything from anyone, ever. The greater the expectation the greater the fall…Though I wish, there was an easier way to gain such knowledge, or rather never experience at all.