Plea of The Accused

Ever had that moment in your life where nothing you say is actually accepted as something true or worth believing? As if every thing you utter is nonsense and bullshit? A rerun of the fable "The Boy who Cried Wolf" if you will. Even if you try to clear things up, even when you try to tell something that is true, they still consider otherwise.

It's one pain in the ass.

I experienced that just a few clicks from this blog. Had a phone call from a girl. She said that everything that I said to her was bullshit and that I lied to her, when in fact I didn't. I tried my best to reach out and make her understand the validity of my witness, but to no avail.

I got mad. I blurted out how frustrating it is to be always on trial, with my only choice was to admit my deceit even when I am innocent to begin with. I tried to tell her that it was all in her head, that she thought of things in the wrong way. I corrected her, maybe in a way that might have hurt her more than make her realize it. I failed to make her hear my plea.

But how can I? She made up her mind. No matter what I said, it was all the same. You lied. YOU LIED. Fingers pointing at me, as if it was my fault. And as if I did something that was a bane to life itself, as if I did something so despicable, no mere apology can end it. She closed her ears and heart to what I have to say.

I sigh with a heavy heart as I make this blog, realizing that I can never repair a trust that's broken, even if it was her own doing, and not mine. All I can do is be patient and let her know that even if she thinks I'm nothing but a lying bastard, I'll always love her.

"Love is long-suffering."