I consider myself to have a high level of integrity. I consider myself an honest person. …Overall. Of course I’ve told a lie or two in my life – we can’t deny that we’ve all done it at some point; even if we left it behind us in our childhood.
Mostly I’ve told minor fibs; white lies if you will.
“I’m fine,” I’ve said when I am really not fine, but I don’t want to talk about it.
“I’m sorry, it’s all my fault,” I’ve said when I know full well it’s not my fault, but I want him to stop raging at me.
“Sorry, I’ve got a boyfriend,” I’ve said when I want some creep to leave me alone at the bar or on the train.
Minor, white lies those… Lies designed to protect myself.
I try my hardest to tell the truth when it counts. I really do…
However; the biggest lie I’ve ever told was when I told him
“I don’t love you anymore.”
But, perhaps, I designed that one to protect myself as well.