Lies – A Short Paragraph Story

I desperately rack my brain trying to come up with a plausible story, the guilt making me feel sick with the taste of these not yet spoken untruths. “I lost track of time”, “It took longer to finish the (insert word of choice: shopping, appointment) than I expected” and “I’m meeting a friend for coffee” have been worn out too many excuses ago.  Suddenly I’m tired of all the deception, the lip service of commitment and the half-hearted attention I have been paying to this relationship for too long.  I make a silent vow to change my ways:  I will devote more time to you; I will ignore the lure of this new love; I will speak the truth.  So I do:  “I have been unfaithful to my cleaning duty, but I promise I will not “Art” today and I WILL do the damn housework”.  (Yet, even as I think it, I taste the sourness of lies).

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18 thoughts on “Lies – A Short Paragraph Story

  1. Osyth 21/08/2018 / 12:41 am

    And I find myself in the opposite relationship …. I keep doing the damned housework as an excuse not to write. Balance, can anyone ever have true balance?

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    • CJ Hartwell 21/08/2018 / 11:22 am

      Ah, but Osyth, you should see how my bathroom sparkles! Surely that’s more important than another chapter?!

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      • Claudette 21/08/2018 / 6:55 pm

        never underestimate the impact a sparkly bathroom (or cleam house for that matter) can have on your pysche. I KNOW if I cleaned I would love it afterwards, it’s just that I can’t find any enthusiasm to start.

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    • Claudette 21/08/2018 / 6:47 pm

      Ah, yes, avoidance runs both ways – that’ a balance isn’t it? 🙂

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  2. wdfyfe 21/08/2018 / 2:32 am

    Sounds like this “housework” guy is way too controlling. Sometimes we just have to admit we’ve chosen a rotten lover and move on!

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    • Claudette 21/08/2018 / 6:49 pm

      I agree, they are never satisified, always wanting attention, and just repeating the pattern. But ah, the happiness when the beast is soothed is quite gratifying. Maybe in another month or so …

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  3. The Lockwood Echo 21/08/2018 / 9:07 pm

    This speaks to me too. I will feel so much more relaxed and happy if I could just get on a do a bit of housework. Nothing arduous either. But it’s the ‘getting on’ that so difficult to start. I’ve got as far as getting the vacuum and duster out of their respective hiding places, only to have spent the next 2 hours reading blogs and comments. If it’s time well spent in other productive ways, cleaning can and should really take a backseat.

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    • Claudette 22/08/2018 / 8:25 am

      My sentiments exactly. I am sure that when my life is judged after I am dead, “how often did she clean” isn’t going to be one of the criteria to win “soul of eternity”.

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  4. Hugh's Views and News 21/08/2018 / 9:23 pm

    I seem to be able to write better (as I’m more relaxed) after Mr Housecleaning has visited. If he’s there standing over my shoulder wanting attention, I just have to give him to him because I can’t do anything else. If I try to ignore him, it’s always a disaster.
    Nicely put, Claudette.

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    • Claudette 22/08/2018 / 8:27 am

      I used to be like that – I could never just BE if there was something to be done, but after some life challenges I realised that it really was not important to do the trivial, if I wanted to do the creative. 🙂 But, everyone has to do what makes them feel good, and diversity is a healthy attribute.
      Thanks for your kind words Hugh.

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  5. lindywhitton 26/08/2018 / 10:51 pm

    I don’t even bother with the lies any more. I just assume we all know I’m going to be in the studio for the day and if anyone wants the housework done they can do it! This does not assuage the embarrasment when the cooktop is replaced and the oven has to come out to get to a power outlet and I see the awful state of uncleaness under the said oven. Still I’ll probably never see that electrician again ( which is the same sentiment I feel when swimming in public on holiday- not that under my oven is unclean you understand – just that there is a lot of spillage over the top of the bathing suit that might give me pause for thought if I thought anyone who saw it was ever going to see me again!)

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    • Claudette 27/08/2018 / 7:12 pm

      Totally get the spillage side of things. Now I jsut need to cultivate the “I don’t care attitude” a little sharper 🙂 Thanks Sis

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