discussion title:
Should I tell? Would you want to know?
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4883.4 in response to 4883.1
I've been told I'm a bit unusual, but I was never bothered by the sex they shared as much as I was the lies they used to keep it all hidden away from me. I hated, hated, hated -- HATED -- being lied to like that! I can't work through lies. They stymie me, keep me stagnant; they don't allow me to choose different, to move, to decide.
A lie, imo, is designed to protect the liar. Give me the truth, mind you, and I just might choose a course you don't want me to make. But I believe I have every right to make my own choice, to decide for myself, to know what my life is all about and what I need to be doing to make it right, better, happier. Lie to me, and I'm stuck in the ugly illusion you're trying to keep me bubble-wrapped in so that I can't move. I hate that!
I felt liberated when I finally knew the truth. I felt like a light was suddenly thrown into the darkness that had been my days. I'd felt too long like I'd been shoved into a dark, ugly place rife with danger I couldn't discern, while the one's who put me there laughed against my fumblings through the blackness. No, don't lie to me. His betrayal was bad enough, the lies that hid it from me were what almost did me in.