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Trust? Love? Lies

I’M always the one stupid enough to try to trust again. He’s always the one stupid enough to trust himself and do the same things, hang out with people with issues, because he thinks he’s strong enough to help them. He’s not. Not yet. Always in an hurry, exhausting him self, making himself weak.
It’s after 4 a.m. In my trucks gone my wallet is gone and I don’t know if he’s ok or not . Well I know is not OK because he would have told me that he needed some money instead of taking my wallet .

I’m used to it I can deal with it , but what am I going to tell my little girl is somethings wrong?

Yeah, I’m OK I guess . I’m just worried about my truck a little bit. And worried about him a lot .

I trusted myself to trust again. Wrong thing to do I guess . We made plans, I knew better, but we made them anyway. And I trusted it .

But what am I supposed to think when I wake up at 11 p.m. And he’s not home, and my wallets missing . I was kinda ready for that, I thought , but my little girl she needs us and he promised her and what am I gonna tell her … What am I going to tell if something really really wrong .

He could just be out with friends visiting and talking but that doesn’t explain why the he d turn his phone off .

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