God, I know admitting the truth is such a hard fucking concept, but you know it’s a lot fucking harder to deal with the consequences once the truth comes out when you don’t want it to (and it always does).
One of these days other people’s problems might stop affecting me. Until then I’m just SO ANGRY.
I hate being right about affairs. I hate that we demonize the women in affairs. I hate both people who have affairs but usually the one in the more committed relationship more. I hate it when my friends lie.