Six Worded Lies

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He was just a common 46-year-old man with a beautiful wife and two teenage children. Every day he would wake up, put on an expensive suit, and drive to work. For about eight hours straight, he would sit in his cubicle and talk to strangers having trouble with their computers. He spent hours upon hours on the phone answering pointless and ridiculous questions from geriatrics about the webcam not being able to work or questioning why the internet was broken. The man survived on cheap coffee and aimless conversations with his co-workers. When 5:30 arrived, he sat in traffic along with hundreds of others who had worked from 9 to 5 and were just as aggravated. He began receiving exaggerated texts from his spouse about him being late every night as if he can control the time he leaves or the time of others’ departures. He decided to take a trip to the bar and came home groggy and enraged. Dinner passed and the children were off to sleep. The wife continued down her list titled “Reasons to Yell and Break Plates.” The wife questioned if the man even loved her and if he had ever cheated. The man then said one of the most common six worded lies, “No, never, I’ll love you forever.” ‘

The son laid awake hearing the echoes of plates shattering on the tile floor downstairs. He plugged in his headphones and attempted to fall asleep. The vibration from his phone awakened him just as he closed his eyes. He smiled as he read a text from his significant other. They called and talk on the phone until sunrise. The young man walked to school yawning and rubbing his eyes. When he sat down at his desk in homeroom he was greeted by another young man. The son was kissed on the cheek by his friend and began to blush. High schools seniors crowded around and began to laugh and make fun of the couple. They were bombarded by insults due to their sexual orientation. The son’s eyes began to tear as he ran to the bathroom. He felt nauseous and vulnerable. He visited the nurse and was then picked up by his mother. The mother questioned what had happened and asked if he was all right? The son replied with, “Yes, I am fine. I promise.”

The girl arrived in gym class and began to change. While putting on a new shirt, a clueless girl had the audacity to ask why there were scars on her wrists. Others began to stare as she hesitated to answer. The gym teacher blew their whistle and ordered everyone to go to the gym. The girl spent the rest of the day rubbing her wrists, hoping nobody questions her reasoning. At the end of the day, she looked around for her brother and saw he was nowhere to be found. She walked home alone and felt as overwhelmed as she was when she slit her wrists. Thoughts ran through her head of how to end it all. Her eyes began to water when she finally broke down and cried in her yard, her knees to her chest as she rests her body on the grass. Her brother came outside worried. He picked her up and carried her inside. The brother sets her on his bed and locked the door. He questioned what happened and what could he do about it? She only begged him not to tell their parents. He stared at her wrists and wondered if she was going to kill herself night, which was correct. She covered her wrists and told him, “Sorry, I’ll never do it again.”

She was a 43-year-old mother and wife that spent hours attempting to sell houses to support her family. She was constantly under pressure, at home, work, and everywhere in between. Nobody ever cared about her, not even her therapist who was getting paid $100 an hour. No one cared, except one. He was 35, single, lonely, seeking older women, and handsome as ever. Yes, she realized she had a husband and kids, but they would never find out. It was 9 o’clock on a Wednesday night; there were only two in the office. She went out and bought a couple of beers for the two. They began drinking and one thing led to another. This went on for six months. It would have gone on longer if her husband had not found another man in their bed the day after a monstrous argument. The husband began screaming things that one may never be able to take back. She begged him to stop and she finally screamed out, “You’re the only man I love!” Which everyone had known was a complete and utter lie. It must be acceptable, though, I mean, everyone lies.