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Deceptions, Breakups, and Fibs

Often heard, yes?  “Be honest with me.  Tell me the truth.  I’m being upfront.  There’s no one else.  I need this, I need that, I need time for myself, I don’t want to be in a relationship right now.”

The myths of the breakup.  Blatant lies directed at us for reasons, sometimes with good intention, but more often with the purpose of getting out easy.  Or just getting out.   But, in truth, they are just that.  Lies.

Call it a fib, half truth,  misdirection, deception, it doesn’t really matter.

And I don’t give a rat’s fanny for any of it.   I would much rather just be told, “I don’t want to be with you.  We have nothing in common, I got what I needed out of this thing and you just ain’t part of my future.” It eliminates all the guesswork, the self doubt and the confusion.  No more “what the hell did I do wrong.?” No more worrying about what you have to change in your character,  behavior, or emotions.  Truth is, the other person is done, you’re toast and you will NEVER  be told the truth.  You aren’t even told when the decision came about.  And it isn’t something that happened over time.  It never is.  The die was cast on a rock one day a long before it was presented to you.  But the liar didn’t have the guts to tell you back then.

And don’t you just love the ‘subtle’ hints?  Mood changes, behavior flip flops, excuses.

It would still hurt like a finger in a car door for three months, but wouldn’t it be nice to get it all out of the way, honestly?

Nobody can do that.  They all wimp out, give excuses, then go out and disprove every damn one of them.  Hello!  Duh!   The injured party sits around in disbelief and injuring party goes out as if lying ones butt off is perfectly okay.

They can feign some sympathy, but it might as well be a comatose gesture because there is, except perhaps in some miniscule happenings, nothing above the boards about it. They lied.  End of sentence, end of paragraph, end of chapter, end of book, end of trilogy.

Nobody wants to tell the truth.  Stupid.  Breakups hurt anyway.  It doesn’t matter why it happens.  Tell the damn truth.

But most people are weaklings.  And they lie.  Then they become dumb too, because they don’t realize that it is as obvious as stink on a dead skunk, their actions are a scurrying contradiction of maximum quantity, disproving almost every word, every excuse they told you.

Busted!  Exposed!  They are standing outside the hen house with chicken guano all over their head and shoulders and their credibility goes down with used Charmin.

So take your excuses, your obvious lies, fibs, whatever, and slide them into the lowest vestige of your intestine.  Then go kiss a dead rat and curse yourself because of what you said, then did.  And know that you’re about as slick as concrete cinder blocks on asphalt.

Lie recipients just don’t want to process things right away. It don’t mean we’re stupid.

Okay.  I feel better now.