My father taught me not to lie when I was 6. It wasn't the speech about how "it's always better to tell the truth" that did it. It was the look of disappointment on his face. I never wanted to see that look again, from anyone.
I find being lied to very hard to take, but being lied about is even worse, because if you can't prove otherwise, human nature being what it is, people will always believe the lie. They won't believe you. There's no fun in that. No drama. So the liars win and you find yourself looking at people wondering if they believe the lie.
I try to move on from situations like this, and sometimes I think I've succeeded. But then I find myself waiting for the other shoe to drop. Wondering what the next move will be, and when. Holding my breath.
I have been told that I take lying way too seriously, mind you that comment came from a cheating boyfriend a long time ago!
But am I?
Am I the only one who feels this way?
How do you see it?