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Pants on Fire

posted 24 Oct 2015, 07:15 by Louise Jensen   [ updated 24 Oct 2015, 07:30 by Tim Elliston ]

My husband was a liar.

He said I was beautiful when I had blotchy morning skin and tangled bed hair.

He promised me my little black dress still looked amazing when I could no longer zip it properly, for fear of splitting the seams.

He told me he was going fishing for the weekend, ‘with the boys,’ – said he’d miss me – as he slipped aftershave and condoms into the pocket of his case.

He assured me the casserole was scrumptious, when I knew it must taste bitter.

He gasped his throat was closing, that he couldn’t breathe properly.

Finally, he told the truth.