The Lying Game

he seems suddenly very different: flawed, full of human faults, and wrestling with demons I never even noticed, though his struggle was written, quite literally, upon the wall.

to be honest in London no one would care if you breastfed a cat

Why didn’t I realise that a lie can outlast any truth

I won’t live like this, suspected of something I haven’t done, forced to deny infidelities that exist only in his mind.

I’ve had jealous boyfriends in the past, and they’re poison – poison to the relationship, and poison to your self-esteem.

He knows that something is wrong, and that I am covering it up. He just doesn’t know what it is.

Even though the tears are coursing down my face, and my heart is close to breaking.
I keep walking.

His face twists as he drops his hand.
‘Liar

But I don’t answer. I can’t answer. Because if I do, I will say something that might damage my relationship beyond recovery.
The truth.

There’s nothing like being in the wrong to make you fight back.