It’s one thing to be wounded by an enemy, but it’s another to be betrayed by a friend. We expect enemies to hate us, and usually know why they do. There’s been an offense or profound disagreement and we haven’t been able to repair it. And it seems that no matter how nice we try to be to people we all end up with a certain number of enemies. It’s just a sad fact of life. But betrayal happens very differently. It comes as a shock, a complete surprise, from someone we trusted and thought loved us. We discover that this friend to whom we opened up our heart, and became vulnerable, now hates us, and may have hated us for a long time. The damage that revelation does to our self-esteem is profound. We are injured at a much deeper level. It causes us to question ourselves. If someone who knows us so well has decided we aren’t worth loving, we aren’t worth protecting, then maybe our own assessment of ourselves is wrong; maybe they’re right. Maybe we aren’t worth loving; maybe we aren’t worth protecting.