The Lies We Tell Ourselves

We had always sworn to be honest with each other. Ever since I met you in high school and we became an “item,” I never lied to you, and through all the years, marriage, and kids we’ve had, I assume you never did to me, either. But now, I wish we had never made that pact. I don’t want to hurt you.

“You’re cheating on me.” It was a statement, not a question.

“That’s not true.”

“I can see it in your eyes. Look at me!”

I looked. “I’ve never been unfaithful. Never.”

“Neville saw you kissing him in the market.”

I stared down at my shoes and whispered, “One kiss.”

“Who is he?” Your voice caught me in its iron grip.

“Not he. She. Her name is Robyn. And, yes, I do love her.”