She keeps poking me in that irritated part of my brain. Her words are seeking to assassinate the truth. They are pounding like sledgehammers at my pride. BANG BANG BANG!

Ok!

“It is my fault that I didn’t consider your feelings when I said that. I am sorry, let me make it up to you.” I said through liar’s teeth and gums.

Her answer was irrelevant.

Isn’t that always the case with the lie to protect the peace? When you open that mouth and try to make someone feel better at your own cost, it is an unrepairable dent in your psyche.

Think about the internal damage you do to yourself by holding back the truth. Think about how you preprocess the outcome and decide to lie to spare more fighting later.

What are we made of? Mud?

The truth does hurt. It can hurt anyone, and yet we all say we want it. We demand the truth, we beg for it, we rely on it and we treat it like trash all at the same time.

Is the biggest lie that we think the truth is best?

They say that a young child learns to lie…

How?