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I'm ninety-six pounds and my boyfriend won't let me eat cake.
I'm ninety-six pounds and my boyfriend won't let me eat cake.
Every time my former pastor asks me when I'm going back to church, I make excuses and evade telling him I converted to Paganism.
I don't know if it qualified as rape, but I know it was wrong.
When my "innocent" best friend decided to go as for as she did on her first date, it shattered the image I always held of her and simultaniously planted the doubts that destroyed the friendship we had built for ages.
When my phone rang, I expected to hear her voice, but all I heard was her mother crying and saying, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry I didn't believe you."
The fact that I have four children (three being non-identical triplets) after being told I was infertile, just proves that doctors can get things wrong!
The rape is a lie, but I wish it happened so I had a real reason for hating him.
I hate that the last impressions those people will have of me are influenced by the disgusting lies she told.
I told my boss that I joined cross country and the yearbook club at school so I don't have to work so much.
Rather than have the same pointless and one-sided conversation I'd suffered through so many times before, I gambled and told him I had become a Buddhist.
The first time my parents found gay porn on the computer, I cried and said I was just jealous of their bodies, and how I wasn't thin like those boys on the Internet.
Sitting at the table, I begged to be told the answer I already knew, but didn't want to hear.
While trying to convince me that the wet spot on the front of his pants was peanut butter and not pee, my three year old son's lack of common sense caught up with his trickery as he said earnestly, "Honest, mom, I peed peanut butter."
She's afraid of me cheating on her with my friend, and, admittedly, I wish I could.
I didn't tell my mom when I got my period, even though I promised that I would.
I found that I had to stop going to confession because I was telling the priest too many lies.
Maybe I was wrong, but your "I love you" felt more heartfelt when you thought I was addicted.
After 10 years of listening to him mourn it turned out his first wife wasn't dead, she'd left him.
You think I can't track your lies, but what you haven't realized is that I've been reading all your emails ever since we split up.
I told them all I was raped, when the only assault that occured was that of my mind against my body.
I said I was Vegan, then I went and bought a hamburger and quickly threw it up.