I don't like being lied to. I have always hated it, yet I seem to have a sign flashing across my forehead that says, "Lie to me!" As I lay here wishing I could sleep, I find comfort in having exposed a lie. I don't have to wonder if I made a mistake. Each lie confirmed is yet another indicator that my gut was right, and even though I feel lonely, my ex-boyfriend has not changed and will not change.

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