by Shannon Stanton

Created on: August 19, 2008

If you had asked me five days ago whether or not I trusted my boyfriend, I would have responded, "Of course! He and I tell each other everything. I trust him more than anyone I have ever dated. He is my one true love!"

If you had asked me four days ago whether or not I trusted my boyfriend, I would have begun to break down into tears and tell you that I didn't know what to believe anymore.

It's interesting that one little "snag" in the communication line can cause so many problems and turn our entire perspective on its head, but it is important how we deal with these obstacles that could potentially strengthen or break the relationship.

Since the beginning of my relationship with "E", I laughed at all of his jokes, smiled every time he entered the room, and genuinely felt a happiness and calm that I had never experienced with a man in my life. In order to prevent disastrous outcomes such as in previous relationships, I decided to always be completely 100% honest with him from the start; hold nothing back and be myself in all instances. I honestly thought he was doing the exact same thing, which is funny when I look back at it, because we never even discussed whether or not he felt that honesty was the best policy.

We were best friends before dating, and talked with each other on the phone for hours. We discussed politics, religion, movies, the news, the weather or even my new haircut. There was never a loss for words, and the trust I had for him grew each day. After a year of dating E, I began to think that he may be the one. So nothing could explain the shock and the sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach when his cell phone made a "beep" noise one day while he was out of town. I decided to go check out who was trying to get in touch with him, and to my horror realized it was his EX-girlfriend reminiscing about star-gazing with him!

Needless to say, I began to scour his phone for every tiny piece of evidence that he may be shacking up with this harlot! After twenty minutes with only shreds of information left to go on I cried, prayed, called my brother, and threw pillows. I was so angry at E for this person to be contacting him, I could have killed him. And the worst part (or maybe the best part for him) was that there was no way to get in touch with him since he left the cell phone at my house. I was trapped for the night with my murderous nerves and all of the horrible thoughts that come with imagining your man with another woman. It was horrible!

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