Betrayal can take on Shakespearean dimensions, as in “Et tu, Brute?,” the phrase uttered by Julius Caesar as he is being assassinated, upon realizing that his friend Marcus Brutus is among the conspirators.
Et tu, the long-trusted business partner who absconded with the embezzled funds. Et tu, the friend who breached our confidentiality. Et tu, the one who once pledged faithfulness until death do us part.
So, suddenly, you’re out there in the cold, rudderless, in the throes of an anger directed at yourself with an intensity second only towards the betrayer. You self-flagellate about all the missing signs, your possible role in the deception, and your initial judgment of character, all in an effort to regain a sense of self.
The discussion piece (click: Love To Deceit)is but one of many articles meant to offer helpful advice but take it for what it’s worth. One size does not fit all for the truth is that the degree of the afterburn is largely a function of the depth of the trust that was originally bestowed. We may find certain common elements in the whole spectrum of betrayals but the experience is profoundly personal and can range from a mere bump in the road to full-blown PTSD…
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