*stares longingly at the screen some more*
I guess if you can't be true to yourself and the truth than what can you be true to? Okay. Here it is:
My instincts were right. I knew he was not being honest and I was right. I don't think he realizes just how well I know him. But more than that, how much I know myself.
I've only had that feeling a couple times before in my life. It was a feeling of dread so strong it was like I swallowed poison. It was like something foreign coursing through my veins emanating from my stomach.
Ironically, I taught a child the definition of FRAUD tonight. We were reading from one of her mermaid books before bed and she intentionally covered up one of the shells the book said to look for with her hand. I asked to look under her hand and she told me there was nothing there. I responded to her by telling her that she was, "committing fraud".
"What's fraud mean?" she asked.
"It means to trick somebody," I explained.
"I played a big, big, fraud on you!!" she giggled.
So for now it looks like we go on living....