Diary of a Recovering Idiot

Chapter 19 - Lies, Liars and Lying

        

The dexterity of the human tongue and its ability to spin tales that can be blindly taken as truth is a phenomenon that one would rather watch on a television show than experience in their own lives. So get this, you ask a question or better yet you are just in a conversation and you are given the "L sandwich". Why, goodness knows, because in truth there could be a million reasons for coming up with a concoction of untruths. The teller wants to look good in the eyes of the person listening, the truth is hurtful or embarrassing or, the ultimate, they are in the process of manipulating someone. No matter the reasons, what I remember most is what I have always heard said as a child, "a liar got to have a good memory".

So what has me talking about lies? Well, it could only be the liars in my life. They are actually a lot of them and quite a few I don't know about, but it's the ones I know, my husband and my work colleagues that are really starting to sicken me. What have they done? Well goodness me readers, the list is too long for this story so I'll just stick to the highlights.

Not only has that . . . that slimy pig, sorry pigs are not slimy, but the sewer dwelling, scum sucking, slug, been cheating on me for goodness knows how long, but he has been sleeping with one of the women I work with for more than five years. You can imagine the testicular fortitude of that man to be dealing with a woman I work with right under my nose. More than once I have been stuck doing that woman's work while she supposedly had an appointment or went home sick and now I'm left to wonder if while I was busy doing her work if she was out doing my husband!

All the time that perfidious, force-ripe, guttersnipe – yes I use my dictionary – would always be smiling up in my face and seeking me out, giving me the impression she is my friend. LIAR. I would like to brand that across her face. She was sleeping with my husband fine, he was unable to keep his zip close so it seems but she was always in my face, smiling, seeking to talk to me. Was she trying to rub it in? It would seem Walter supposedly left me for her, is the whisper I hear floating around the office, but she failed to take into account several factors.

Walter is a cheater and no matter what she does he is going to keep cheating. I waited on Walter and saw to his every whim and fancy to the point my daughter thought I acted like a maid, there was no way this woman would do that. The cherry on top is that is when a man makes it a habit of cheating on his partner and leaves her for the outside woman, you can bet he is going to cheat on that same outside woman and move on to the next piece that catches his fancy. She'll get hers and I wouldn't have to do a thing.

A lot of women think that they are one-upping each other when they steal another's man, but in fact, they are just hurting themselves. How so? Think on this. There is a guy, you know he is in a relationship but you want him for yourself, so you start to chat him up with the hopes that the good things he does for his woman he will do for you. You keep it up until you are with him, till eventually, he dumps the woman he's with and goes to you. It's all well and good for a while but you start to get that uneasy feeling. Every woman that he talks to, you are like a viper ready to strike and you know why?

You stole him from someone and that says he can be stolen. What is stopping another woman from taking a page from your book and getting herself, your man! Not a thing, not a single thing. That is going to be always on your mind, like a worm eating its way into your brain. It will make you into a snappy, jealous woman every time he looks at someone and this will send him out hunting for a replacement because you have become the wife he left. You just drank the poison you put down for someone else.

Don't women realize that they need to stick together because that is what the men are doing? We fight with each other for men who stand back laughing and reaping the sweets. They have joined together and are watching as we pull ourselves apart in a bid to gain their attention. They are done being the ones getting played and are now playing us. We are so educated that we can't see what's going on. Get some Optrex women, clean your eyes and see what's really going on.

As for Walter, I can't start to understand the reason for all his lying. I know I let myself go but I loved him and if he loved me, he could have told me I needed to sort myself out so I didn't look so unkept. No, he chose instead to disregard my feelings and look elsewhere for his pleasures. Could the love he professed have been true or just another lie from a viper's tongue? I really don't want to know the truth of how many women he had and how long he had been cheating on me, but what I do know is that my marriage was a lie and it is past time I try to move on to a place of truth.

To do this, I have learnt to develop what one woman called a healthysense of skepticism. In effect taking what I have been told and turning it overin my head to see if it is, in fact, the truth. Not everything we hear is thetruth, and when we start to understand that, and quit jumping onto the bandwagonof every little whisper that comes our way, we will get so much further. Knowthat people lie and are therefore liars, and by taking what they say as gospelwe end up making ourselves liars, and but most of all, we end up lying toourselves.