The worst place to be is to be caught in the middle of a burning bridge that pusillanimous sneaks have doused with gasoline. Wretched cripple-minded fuckers who plot behind closed doors, holding each others’ sweaty hard-ons, giggling and soiling themselves wet with the kind of childish over-excitement only the mediocre could possibly find thrilling.
Conniving little cowardssess, conspiring and cowering about in the creeping shadows. Wicked wee willied worm-tongues, wilfully whispering wantonly destructive half-truths. Pasty faced pandering poltroons, unprincipled procurers of paltry profits. You get the point.
If you’re caught on a burning bridge like that then there’s only a few options, and it’s best not to waste time fucking about over what to do:
Turn back to the past where you came from and hope something of the future you were building towards can be salvaged. Unfortunately that’s where you’ll most likely find the craven ne’er-do-wells who wanted to burn the bridge down, to their own advantage, once you were stood at its middle. How blindly desperate for companionship do you have to be to turn to hollow men who would trade your soul for a Judas’ coin, that traitor’s ill-gotten gain that tarnishes all those who benefit from it. Far better and less mentally draining to cut such soulless people out of your life; let the greedy self-serving fuckers live with the consequences of their actions, and just start afresh without them. Which leaves two options:
Stand still while everything around you goes up in flames. It’s understandable that you’d be unwilling to go back because that’s the place where you don’t know who to trust - after all, no treacherous fucker gets to be empowered without being enabled by others’ sly complicity or cowardly wilful ignorance. Going forward doesn’t seem to offer much to cheer about either because, engulfed in a swirling dark cloud of shifting betrayals, you can’t see what lies about you; every step if fraught with potential threat. The only way out is take a leap of faith and trust in the hands of those who would reach out to you so you can give yourself over to them; which is pretty fucking terrifying.
Move forward, inch by inch until you put some distance between yourself and anything or anyone who is poisonous to your well being. Everyone else is carrying on, and pretty much no one really gives a damn what happens to you; once you accept that rather disappointing fact of life it does get easier, and you survive by learning to care far less than you had been used to. The further away you get from bleak situations the more clearly you can distinguish what options are available, what possibilities may exist, and what purpose you might discover for yourself. Chances are, given enough time, you’ll find yourself on solid ground once again and not entirely as alone as you once thought. The alternatives are too simply fucked up to contemplate.
The sad truth is most people are lazy, too lazy to get involved in anything that might require significant effort: to take some action; to make a choice; to examine what is fact, what is fiction; to even ask a dumb fucking question, because merely asking questions has great dangers associated with it - especially if the answers might lead to examining a conscience already subject to doubts. Such unbiased thinking could lead to laying bare such faults with one’s choices, beliefs, and rationale; there’s not much that can withstand the consequences of a lie that has been determinedly picked away at until it’s corruption has been fully exposed. Critical thinking is anathema to those who prefer to be led - that they can willingly abrogate individual responsibility and claim ignorance for any position is a much more comforting proposition.
In general, from experience, people are quite happy to believe the first thing they hear especially if it reinforces any perceptions and prejudices they may have. This is what makes the wilfully ignorant so gullible to gossip and rumour, so easy to manipulate and, ultimately, so fucking weak.
It’s not really a question of ‘if’ people will let you down, it’s more a question of how often and by how much.