“Why are you lying to me? What’s the point? What do you gain from this?” she asked.
“I don’t know. I just do it. I don’t think about it.”
It didn’t make sense. How could a question about what someone had for lunch result in a lie? She blinked slowly and took a slow breath. Her brows furrowed in confusion as she tried to understand his motivation.
“It just happens. I’m trying to get better. I am trying to catch myself in the lies now.”
She wasn’t sure how to respond to this. At least he was trying. And everyone lies right? Usually it’s in the form of a white lie… what you say to get out of an event or a nice not-so-truthful response when you don’t want to hurt someone’s feelings.
“How can you respect me if you lie to me about everything? Don’t I deserve the truth?”
“Of course you do,” he replied, as if he loved her more than anything else. He said so many things. His actions never matched his words. What was she supposed to believe? He said he was trying. If he was trying, wouldn’t she have seen a difference by now?
Everybody lies. He is just like everyone else.
She knew she would regret making excuses for him one day. She knew she was digging the hole deeper and deeper. How could she climb out? She was enabling him. Even though the lies were small, they stung. She deserved better. It had been years of this. Years of working on honesty.
Every lie flashed before her eyes, blinding her with sadness and pain.
She looked up at him shaking her head.
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