Two Points For Honesty
Ask me what hurts me more than anything in the world, and I will tell you lying to me. I can’t stand it. I have no tolerance for it. And I despise people who do it. The only thing worse than liars are bad liars. You know the ones. They lie but don’t think you’ll ever find out. So when you confront them with an odd fact, they cover it up with another lie. Which leads to another lie. Which leads to a tangled web of lies.
Years ago, when I confronted the guy I was dating who turned out to have a fiancée, he denied being engaged. Even though I had their WeddingChannel.com page right in front of me, complete with a picture of him and his fiancée and the story detailing their courtship, he still denied it. So he continued to lie and make up stories filled with more lies, until I emailed his fiancée and he realized he could lie no more.
Recently, it was a different kind of lie, but a similar kind of hurt. What a disappointment to find out someone I thought was good and kind and claimed to have my best interests at heart, is in fact actually mean and hurtful, and looking for a way to have cake and eat it too.
The fact that I, even for a second, doubted my own self worth woke something up inside of me. While it once made me sad and angry that someone would feel the need to hide the truth from me, it now just reminds me that not everyone is secure and comfortable enough with themselves to be honest with other people.
