I've probably told at least a few white lies to my SO. Maybe a late payment notice came in the mail and I feigned surprise, knowing very well that I discovered the unmailed payment laying in my car's glove compartment. I promised to call home whenever I expected to be late, but forgot, and said I must have called the wrong number.
Little "fibs" don't seem to hurt, but if I have trouble with little truths, what does that say about how I handle even tougher situations?
The more honesty I practice in everyday events, the more being truthful becomes a natural way of acting for me. Sure, my partner may not always like hearing the truth, but why should I have to make a choice between lying, and being imperfect?
The great benefit of not lying is that it takes a lot of the guesswork out of our relationship. I get a much clearer view of who we really are, warts and all. Even when I don't like what the truth brings me, at least it's better than not knowing or believing in something fictional.
Just for Today
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