I have been finding it difficult to trust anymore after a horrible incident in the past. I started living in secrecy until I met London male escorts then I began to see the possibility of trusting again. I have realized that trust is a huge risk, but lack of it is also a devastating burden that could rob you of night sleep.
Let me share with you the past incident that made me stop trusting. My life wasn’t clothed in secrecy like it is now. I was the kind of guy that was eager to share my joys and pains with the people close to me. My life was mostly happy because I had a very good job that paid me enough. Things were moving just the way I had imagined it while in school.
Most weekends, my colleagues, friends, and I would hang out in a bar and talk about several things including work life and personal life. It was through them I first learned how to trust. We would drink and laugh at some while they shared their stories while we sympathise with others. Life among friends especially crazy guys like I have is super fun.
My trust issues started a few years ago. I was adding some numbers, but accidentally I did not get the numbers correctly. It turned out to a fatal error. I confided in one of my colleagues. I trusted him so much because he was among those I drank with during weekends. The idea was for us to come up with an idea to solve the problem before it got to the management. You know the legendary wise saying, “two heads are better than one”. All these while, I had nothing to do with London male escorts.
Unknown to me, he has always seen me as a threat, or he had admired my position and wanted it for himself. I can’t say which but he went behind my back to inform the management. I faced a disciplinary panel about three times, and my appointment was terminated. I concluded my suspicion about that my close colleague because just a few weeks after I was gone, he took over the job. It was so disheartening and unless you have suffered betrayal in the hands of someone that was as close as a brother you probably will never understand how I felt.
For the next few weeks, I stayed depressed, cautiously. I thought about the good times we shared together and how we all shared our secrets. I began to wonder what more harm one of them, I mean my so-called friends, would have done to me using the information they had about me. It was that day that I took the oath of secrecy.
“Never again will I trust anyone enough to share my secret with them,” I said to myself.
I stopped going out with my former clique. Each time I went out, I did it alone. I rarely hung out anyways because I knew that would drain my savings. I focused more on finding a new job.
One of the first London male escorts I interacted with lived few blocks away from my house. We often talked but nothing personal. I was hanging out one day when he came to my seat and began to chat. I was reluctant to reply at first, but his calm nature and the sincerity in his voice made me open up.
He commented on the sudden change in my appearance and behaviour and how my liveliness has disappeared. I wanted to keep it to myself, but the burden was too much. I decided to open up and tell him everything. It made me feel lighter as someone was there to listen to my voice.
After listening, he began to tell me some places he had seen openings. I thanked him and applied to a few of them. He also told me about London male escorts and asked if I would be interested in joining.
To cut a long story short, three organisations wanted me to join them, but I had to choose the one that paid more. It is hard not to share our pain or joy, but I will always choose to share with London male escorts henceforth.