There is no fool like an old fool….crap! I hate being the old fool.
It’s humbling when I come to the realization that what I have perceived is not real, the people I really liked, were not forthright, and that I had no clue as to the duplicity. Nothing on the radar, no ‘gut’ instinct, just a stupid happy grin on my face thinking everything is fine. I’m picking myself up off the ground, humbled, humiliated, and not sure what to do from here. Wow….just wow. What is real? What is real? Where did my radar go?