"Why do we feel slightly crazy when we realize we have been lied to in a relationship?
We take so much of the universe on trust. You tell me: ‘In 1950 I lived on the north side of Beacon Street in Somerville.’ You tell me: ‘She and I were lovers, but for months now we have only been good friends.’ You tell me: ‘It is seventy degrees outside and the sun is shining.’ Because I love you, because there is not even a question of lying between us, I take these accounts of the universe on trust: your address twenty-five years ago, your relationship with someone I know only by sight, this morning's weather. I fling unconscious tendrils of belief, like slender green threads, across statements such as these, statements made so unequivocally, which have no tone or shadow or tentativeness. I build them into the mosaic of my world. I allow my universe to change in minute, significant ways, on the basis of things you have said to me, of my trust in you.
I also have faith that you are telling me things it is important I should know; that you do not conceal facts from me in an effort to spare me, or yourself, pain.
Or, at the very least, that you will say, ‘There are things I am not telling you.’
When we discover that someone we trusted can be trusted no longer, it forces us to reexamine the universe, to question the whole instinct and concept of trust. For a while, we are thrust back onto some bleak, jutting ledge, in a dark pierced by sheets of fire, swept by sheets of rain, in a world before kinship, or naming, or tenderness exist; we are brought close to formlessness."
— from Women and Honor: Some Notes on Lying by Adrienne Rich