I have given a lot of thought to friendship lately. I hold the friends that I have close to my heart, and openly tell them everything. I never hold back. Honesty is always a must.
I expect the same from them. They can tell me anything. After all, I think I know them well. Especially my closest friends. They wouldn’t lie to me.
When I was home, I lost my best friend. I guess I didn’t lose him as much as I have disassociated from him.
For years he lied to me, and I caught him many times, and as always – he would say, I’m sorry, I won’t do it anymore.
Yup, he lied. Again.
I am not sure what hurt more, the continuation of his lying, or that he has lied to more people than just me – his family and his other friends, too.
Well, now that I really think about it, it is a combination of the lies and their content. The lies (this time and all the previous times) has to do with an affair with a married woman with two small children at home.
When I told a close friend of my suspicions three years ago when we were still a couple, she said he was cheating, and I would always reply he wouldn’t get involved with someone who is married. He’s not THAT kind of guy.
I’ve known him for 18 years. Shouldn’t I at least know his morals?
Well, you were right Carol – I was wrong.
He is THAT kind of guy.
Guess he had me duped all along.
I am a fool.