April 19, 2011
Telling the truth is so much easier yet he fabricated lies and continued to exaggerate stories all throughout our relationship. I always sensed he was lying to me but wanted to believe him, believe in us. He was an aspiring poet yet he painted houses for a living. He fit my "tall, dark and handsome" criteria for a boyfriend. When she showed up one evening standing on the front porch, holding a bottle of wine, I should of known. At that moment I should of packed my bags and made a fast exist for the door. I stayed.