A Lie Told Often Becomes the Truth
prologue
If my nose grew for every lie I’ve told. I could out bet Pinocchio easily and I’d have perhaps the longest nose of them all. And if I had a penny for every time I’d lied. Perhaps I’d be the richest man alive to.
I’d admit it I didn’t always speak the truth.
But that’s how I was raised. Every word my mother or father said was a lie.
“I’m doing over time at the office, I’ll be home late.”
“I’m going on this business tip with my law firm. I’ll be back next week.”
“Don’t worry he means nothing to me.”
“I love you.”
When all along ‘over time and business trip’ were really an escape from each other, were they could spend time with their not so secret ‘boyfriend or girlfriend’.
And saying I love you was just a simple stage to make them look like a happy couple, when deep down inside I don’t think they ever really loved each other. They only stayed together for me.
But once I turned 15, and they thought I was old enough to handle it, they signed the long anticipated divorce papers. Which put an end to the lies, at least for a little while.
I’d admit it I didn’t always speak the truth.
But that’s how I was raised. Every word my mother or father said was a lie.
“I’m doing over time at the office, I’ll be home late.”
“I’m going on this business tip with my law firm. I’ll be back next week.”
“Don’t worry he means nothing to me.”
“I love you.”
When all along ‘over time and business trip’ were really an escape from each other, were they could spend time with their not so secret ‘boyfriend or girlfriend’.
And saying I love you was just a simple stage to make them look like a happy couple, when deep down inside I don’t think they ever really loved each other. They only stayed together for me.
But once I turned 15, and they thought I was old enough to handle it, they signed the long anticipated divorce papers. Which put an end to the lies, at least for a little while.