it’s not so much that I hate you. Just that I can’t trust you. Yesterday I was reading our grocery list and you added dishwasher detergent. We don’t have a dishwasher.
Without prompting, you said you bought some berry flavored tums at the store. The label said mint. Maybe it was an honest mistake, but when I showed you the label, you still insisted they were berry!
But then you accidentally shredded my sweater in the wash, and said you gave it to a homeless man. I found it in the trash.
You told me stories of your high school basketball team placing third in the state. Imagine my confusion when I found out you placed second. Your lies have no reason.
So when you say you love me, I just don’t know.
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