If I’m lying to myself, I don’t know it and appreciate it when someone challenges me. My foster-sister [f-sister]says I’m am ‘too honest.’ If you want to know if “I” think that color looks good on you—you’ll ask me. If you want someone to tell you that color looks good on you and/or find something nice to say, you’ll ask my f-sister.
My parents were alcoholics and drug-addicts, I was in many foster homes. I saw how lies twisted people all up until they didn’t know what the truth was. I had to lie as a kid—for survival, and I couldn’t wait until I could live my truth aloud.
But when I turned 18 and legal, I found the ‘habit’ of lying wasn’t easy to drop. Ask me if I’d read suchNsuch and a lie of “yes” would fly out of my mouth. So, I started ‘making myself’ go back to that person and say, ‘I just lied. I didn’t really read suchNsuch.” Most said it was okay, no biggy. But it was for me.
Now I don’t consciously lie at all…mainly because I know how envasive lying can be and I don’t want to fall down that slippery slope. Not even to get off the phone from a constant talker. I’ll just say, “Sorry, I’ve got got to go now.”