Found out what you did, you are really sloppy at keeping tabs on your own lies.

I know, I learned from the best.

Next time try keeping a diary, it helps you to memorize the timeline. It helps you keep track of who did who, you tend to implicate other people in your fibs without realizing I could always ask them, but no, you create another lie on the fly when you think I am about to see through it.

Or you shift the blame to me, typical woman.

And invariably you made ME apologize, as if I were to blame, as if I asked you to keep me in the dark, but not anymore. I am done with sorries, no more.

You are not sorry for what you did; you are sorry I found out.