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On Love and Lies
Not too long ago I found out my ex had a kid. Yes, a kid — one he never told me about during our relationship. And when I found out, I quite literally found out for myself. He never told me, but I discovered it through a social media post, then asked him about it.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I love children, but I’m not ready to have any, much less take care of someone else’s. I’m 19 and living at home. I still feel like a child myself.
He wasn’t honest with me about something that’s a big part of his life, and if we were to be long-term, it would be a big part of my life too. And that hurt.
While his action was not an outward lie, it was an omission of truth which at times, can be equated to dishonesty. There were so many opportunities for him to bring it up. Why did he keep it from me?
Did he think it would scare me away? I hope that isn’t the impression I gave him. In truth, I wish he would have been upfront about it earlier. The lie made me feel as if I did not know him as I thought. Finding out this news unlocked another side of his world that I was excluded from.
