Dr. Laura, I lie. And I lie to the most important person in my life: my husband. He says “I cleaned the windows. How do you like them?” “Great job,” I reply, as I look at the water streaks.
“I cleaned out the dishwasher for you.” “Gee, thanks!” I think, “Why couldn’t he put the dishes away instead of putting them on the counter which makes more work for me?”
“Come and watch a documentary with me. I think you’ll like it.” Darn, I mentally mumble. I wanted to watch a movie that I haven’t had time to watch until now. “Sure, that would be great. I’d love to.”
What do I get for lying? I have not filled my gas tank for 22 years. I get flowers at least three times a month. Sometimes after watching a movie, we get romantic. He fixes me omelets and tea. Seldom does a day go by that he doesn’t kiss me or touch me. He opens car doors and lets me go first on elevators and escalators. There is no question in my mind that he would swim through shark-infested waters with a pack of piranhas following him to get me a lemonade. There are many other things he does to make my life happy, and I do the same for him.
It's YOUR fault, Dr. Laura, that I lie. Your words tumble through my brain: “If you don’t do it, someone else will.”
Why I Lie