Liar, Liar, Pants on Fire…
Sarah M is all kinds of awesome. She’s fearless, feisty, generous and wise, has ridiculously amazing shoes and loves to rock a sequinned frock.
This is Sarah’s first post on AOW, but we’re adamant it won’t be her last-not when she writes as eloquently, hilariously and honestly as this…
How important is honesty in a relationship? I’ve always considered it to be the foundation on which the house of Mr & Mrs M is built. I regard myself as an honest person and I have always maintained that I try never to lie, particularly to those who are closest to me. Looking at it in more detail makes me to realise I lie more often than I thought. I’ll give you an example:
In the early hours of this morning my sleep was disturbed through stomach ache. It appeared my domestic-goddess-induced use of chickpeas (they seem to be breeding in our tin cupboard) had created a large amount of trapped wind. In my groggy state I started to turn over to make myself more comfortable and, in doing so, managed to unleash an almighty trump. Flatulence so vociferous that it woke my previously slumbering husband. He sat bolt upright, startled, and asked what on earth had made such a noise.
Did I own up? Did I heck.
“It must have been Raj-next-door’s sticky sash window, darling, nothing to worry about, go back to sleep” and so he settled back down. As did I, after a silent snigger.
Mr M came to kiss me goodbye as he left for work this morning and asked me if I remembered the window waking us up. I realised that I had two choices – #1 deny all knowledge and let him think he’d dreamt it or #2 own up to my impressive guff. All of a sudden, from nowhere, I found myself telling him the previously unconsidered #3 – elaborating on my untruth. “He’s having problems with his windows like we are. It’s to be expected in a building of this age, I guess’. A discussion regarding the problems of old sash windows ensued and off he went to work, none the wiser to the ridiculous and unnecessary untruth I had told him.
I’m going to offer up tiredness as my primary defence (I am not a morning person) but I still have no idea why I did it. I didn’t need to lie, I have no idea where it came from. Is it just me who comes up with ridiculous responses to obvious questions or does this low level lying go on in other relationships?
Are you someone who’ll respond to their significant other with “These shoes? Oh no, I’ve had them for ages, you just mustn’t have noticed” or are you the woman who sprays the furniture polish around and takes the credit for the house seeming so tidy? Would you create a culinary masterpiece using packaged ready meals and take the credit for slaving away at the stove all day? Would you tell someone that their bum did look big in that?
Is lying always unacceptable or does it have an occasional place in a successful relationship? I’d love to hear your views (and if anyone can make me feel better with an utterly ridiculous falsehood of their own, please do leave a comment).