My Dad was an empath. It’s what made him such a brilliant policeperson.

When I once lied to him about who broke his favourite mug he said ……. I can forgive a thief but NEVER a liar.

I am my father’s daughter.

Liars are the most Heinous of people.

Their reasons for lying mean NOTHING.

Yes. We sometimes twist the truth to save another person. I’ve done that.

But I don’t lie about who I am or what I think and feel. I’m labelled as TACTLESS, CRUEL, BITCHY.

M’eh.

Tell me lies, tell me sweet little lies ? ? ?

And I WILL NOT tolerate you. You WILL cease to exist in my world at worst. At best – I’ll watch your every word forever. Even if I love you to the bones and back again.

Sad but true.