You know?
You know what I really hate? I mean really hate? Having someone deliberately lie to me. Little white lies are one thing, I mean how else are you supposed to answer “does this dress make me look fat”? But, when you ask a point blank question, and get a lie in return? That’s unacceptable.
I’ve been through this before. Having J* live with us was a constant lie.
- “J*, did you take XYZ?” “No, of course not.” (Real answer: Yes, I did, and I sold it, but I’m not telling you that.)
- “J*, where are you going?” “Over to see the friend you like.” (Real answer: To roam the streets with the friend you hate until I absolutely have to come home.)
- “J*, have you been smoking again?” “No, I quit.” (Real answer: Don’t check the ledge outside my bedroom windows.)
So I have little tolerance for blatant lying. I’m not stupid. I’m not completely oblivious. And while a certain amount of, shall we say, ingenuity is respected; don’t expect me to not catch on. Chances are, I’ve already been there/done that and know how to cover it up. And when I catch someone in a lie, any trust I had for them is gone. And getting it back is probably not going to happen. Look at J*; he’s been out of the house for 4+ years now, and I still don’t trust him.
In case anyone hadn’t noticed, I’m rather angry right now. Once someone has given me a reason to be suspicious, I’ll always be suspicious. I’ve been burned too many times before not to be wary. I may not always show it, but I distrust the world in general. It takes a lot for me to let people into my life. And to have someone betray that trust just reinforces my misgivings and makes me even more leery of the next person.
Welcome to my bitter shell. Thanks for helping build it.