I See Your True Colors Shining Through

 Entry 1     11:16 a.m.

"They have sharpened their tongues like a serpent; adders' poison is under their lips. Selah."

-Psalm 140:3

A liar lies. You shouldn't expect them to do otherwise. A fool tries the same thing a thousand times and fails, but never walks away.  I am that fool. This morning I tried to talk to her once more. Not about the facts, initially.  I asked, again, that she not lie to me.  She began glowering.  Stuttering. Stammering. Her face turned red. Very angry. She moved from stuttering to lying. I said, "I'm not asking you to stop the affair. Just don't lie to me."  "It's not an affair, we are just friends."  I pointed out the times I knew they saw each other. I pointed out that she lied to me on September 14, when I called her at Jennifer Murray's, and I heard a male voice.  I called it a date--the term she used to describe it--and her response was about as informative as the low moan of a landline dial tone. "It wasn't a date. He was only there until half-time."  It went on and on. Finally, she said, "maybe I should just be like you and refuse to talk to you because you looked at my devices."  Remember, a year ago, she started going through my phone to prove I was having an affair, only to discover I wasn't and that I had started talking to friends, including the woman I dated in California when we were separated (after her first infidelity that I knew about). Realizing that she will only lie, obfuscate, gaslight, oh and predictably threaten to move out, I said that is fine.  She is quite baffled as to how I know all of this, and I am getting some small measure of pleasure out of that, at least. Oh, she never agreed not to lie again. Although, as I pointed out to her as the words fell from my mouth, the request was rather pointless.

Entry 2    5:16 p.m.

I heard Jenny kvetching on the phone that "I just don't understand why Geoff doesn't understand we are just friends now." I wanted to come in and share her texts from the last week about her scheming to see el pinché. Their ILYs to each other.  I am in a shit mood.  

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