LITTLE LIES I used to lie. It was a fairly frequent occurance. Any time I didn't think it was any of their business or that it didn't matter to them and they wouldn't like the truth - I lied. And then I got myself in a deep deep hole.
I went for a job interview and they mentioned that they didn't offer health benefits and I said it was ok, after all my husband's job offers them. The problem was that we were separated. Not divorced - so I really did have health benefits, but of course they thought we were still together. Throughout the first few months they wanted to learn all about my family and my husband. What did we do this weekend and why doesn't he ever call. There were all sorts of questions. All the time. Finally things were getting really bad and I had to tell them we were going through a separation. I made it sound all new and everything. It sucked, and I haven't lied since.
Except this one time. I told him it was none of his business. He told me I was right. He also told me he would be upset so I told him I would lie to him if he ever asked. And then it happened. And I lied. Then he hurt me and I still never told him the truth. After all, I didn't keep the lie out of spite. But then somehow in a happy drunken state I told him. And I'm not sorry I did it and I'm not sorry I lied (after all, we had agreed I would lie) but am sorry I told him and worst of all I'm sorry I smiled when I told him. The smile wasn't a spiteful smile, it was just a - yeah it was a good lay - smile. Damn alchohol.
