There’s an impossibly fine line between “those little things that don’t matter so it’s better off not to mention them” and “those pretty significant things that really need to be addressed before they blow up later.”
I know for a fact that at least five of those spoken for (my mother, my sister, and at least three ex-girlfriends who regard me in a less than favorable light) have never really appreciated my lies under any circumstances.
I go through phases where I go to yoga, like, twice a week, but the last time I went through that phase, the White Stripes were still together.
I thought she understood that that’s something you never ask a woman of child-bearing age — if she does have pregnancy news, she’ll share it when she’s ready.
While many of us strive to be honest, truthful, and forthright, we do not always tell the truth. That is the truth.