If there is anything that I hate, it’s dishonesty. I know that everyone has had in their lives a point where they tell little white lies, i.e. being to a restaurant you haven’t been to before. I’m not talking about that. But when I ask things such as, “Do you like this?”, or, “What did you do today?” you better damn well tell me the truth. Not only can you be found out in the latter lies, the first one is just cruel.

My boyfriend does this to me. He’s not doing anything to sow the trust back into our relationship. He never cheated on me, per se, but he definitely lied to me big time that would have changed our whole relationship had I known. For years. I was completely oblivious. It still hurts, and he’s just making it harder to close the wound. Forgiven, but not forgotten. Never forgotten.

I’d like to think that I am not naive. I don’t trust everyone; in fact, very few I trust. But those few are held to standards, such as being perfectly honest with me. I establish in the beginning that there is nothing worse to me than a liar. Don’t tell me I look good when I don’t. Don’t tell me you like me when you don’t. Don’t tell me you’ll be at a place when you are not. That’s all I ask. I’m going to give you that same treatment, so you better reciprocate it.

That’s all I have. Just fucking be a man about things and don’t lie. It’s not that hard. I do it every day. It’s something called integrity for yourself and courtesy for others.