Sometimes, there is no running away from facing the hard truths of reality. It is of no point shedding tears that were inevitable, as we would have known all along it was coming. Even if your heart breaks in disbelieve at the betrayal, your mind reminds you that it was anticipated.
But if it was anticipated, then can it be called a betrayal? If yes, that is what it was, a betrayal, then who betrayed whom? Is my ignorance and reluctance to face the truth a betrayal to myself? Or is the person whom I have been sheilding all these while the betrayer for forcing me to face the truth?
Nevertheless, the feeling of being betrayed remains: 04/01/1970
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