The older I become, I am less trusting of everyone. I never used to be like this. Nor did people give me any reason to distrust them. I allow my affections to warm to a select few, and now they always seem to let me down.

In retrospect, I was perhaps the one that should have been mistrusted. A secret life, out of sight and out of mind, and there was no evidence to suggest otherwise.

To be honest, I played around, and still would, if only I could place my trust in people.

Not anymore. I blame the smart phone in which every message, each paragraph of sincerity, can become a screenshot and used in evidence.

Now I must think twice about what I say, and more importantly, to whom I say it to, because too many people can’t keep anything to themselves.