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Weekend Freewrite 2/3/2018 - Part 1 - The First Sentence
Prompt 1: My grandfather lied to my grandmother. I guess it runs in the family.

My grandfather lied to my grandmother. I guess it runs in the family. My mother lied to my father about money and I lied to my husband about how much I actually loved him. Lying is a funny thing. You have to remember what you lied about and then actually remember that lie so you can lie further. You really bury yourself deep and end up unhappy in the end. If you really think about it it's kind of easier just to tell the truth... sometimes though that can be hard.

"Why don't you just tell him your in love with someone else?" My best friend sits across from me at our favorite coffee shop. We've been talking about the lie I've been living for quite some time now.

"Yeah, let me just sit him down over dinner and be like, how was your day? Oh by the way I want a divorce so I can see if I love someone more than you - which I already know is true. Real smooth Jessica." I say taking a sip of my coffee. It's a unusually warm day for September but we're enjoying every moment of it.

Jess rolls her eyes, "I meant a little softer than that. I mean he loves you but he's got to feel your not into it." She shrugs. "I mean it's not like your cheating." She says as a matter of fact.

"Yeah well, that may be true, but I'm emotionally cheating and for some that's worse. I mean I may have not acted on my feelings but I know I can't go on with this forever. I mean, I'm falling for a guy that isn't my husband." I run my hands down my face groaning.

She scoots closer to me and wraps me in her arms, "We'll figure it out together."

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Weekend Freewrite 2/3/2018 - Prompt 2 - The Interference
Prompt 2: Margaret had this habit of spitting. It began to get on my nerves.

Margaret had this habit of spitting. It began to get on my nerves. I shouldn't really admit my own mother-in-law was getting on my nerves but really everything was getting on my nerves. It's been a week now and I still didn't know how I was going to tell my husband I no longer wanted to be his wife.

I wiped my eye for the tenth time that night, "That's a great story Margaret. Do you think the boy's are ready to go now?"

She shrugged. My husband and I decided we'd do dinner with his parents for Valentines day. I really didn't care because quite frankly all I wanted to do was be away from here - away from him - away from the life my lie had created but here I was getting spit on by the most annoying mother-in-law you can think of. She took a bite of an apple and anger boiled inside of me. I knew that would make her spit that much worse.

"Do you really think you should be eating right before dinner?" I asked. She grinned, her smoke stained teeth covered in apple bits. My stomach turned.

"A girls got to eat." A chunk comes out and lands on my cheek and without missing a beat she takes another bite.

"JASON!?" I scream and get up to go in search of them as they come down the steps dressed in their best suits.

Jason grinned, "Couldn't figure the tie out. You ladies ready?" He asked. He was a handsome man with a sweet heart, that made this so much worse. I knew I had to tell the truth soon, but when? I nodded and took his arm as the guys walked us to the car.

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The Weekend Freewrite 2/3/2018 - Part 3 - The Dramatic Twist
Prompt 3: The day her mother slapped her face.
Note: I changed her to my to keep in tune with the story.

The day my mother slapped my face was the last day in the home I created with a lie. "I can't believe you told him on valentines day! In front of everyone!" She screamed at me as I continued to packed my things, face burning, while my soon to be ex husband stayed at a hotel until I could get my things out.

That night we went out with his parents was my breaking point. Spit after spit the rage grew inside of me. Every stupid joke Jason told made me want to run, and my father-in-laws stupid booming laugh left me with a migraine by the time our main courses came out. I had interrupted some stupid story of Jason's - which I am sure would end in a joke and screamed I couldn't do it anymore. I couldn't sit there and listen to story after story, spit after spit, laugh after laugh, and pretend I was still in love with him. I couldn't sit there and act like the loving wife anymore. I said that word for word, and then I looked at their faces. As they stared at me like I had grown an extra head I lowered my voice and stated I wanted a divorce. I grabbed my things and left without an answer. I called Jess and told her what happened. She was out of course but would drop everything if needed. Instead I called the man that changed my lies into truths. He wasn't with anyone and came to get me as I began my walk home. He took me to his place and I told him everything. We didn't do anything that night. But I did tell him my feelings for him. I'm going to start to see him more than just as a friend and see how things go. By the time I got home that night there was a note on the table saying to pack up and get out - I can't blame him for hating me... I should have just simply told the truth.

I will never lie again.

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