My husband Mark always said I trusted people too easily.
I used to argue with him about that.
“I don’t trust everyone,” I would tell him. “I just don’t believe every stranger is dangerous.”
“And that,” he would answer, usually with one eyebrow raised, “is exactly how people get robbed.”
Most days, I rolled my eyes and let it go.
Mark was protective by nature. He checked the locks twice before bed. He parked under streetlights. He made me text him when I got home from work, even if he was already sitting in the living room.