It was a heavy blow to me, and at that moment I could not tell exactly how I was feeling. One thing I was sure of was that I was extremely angry, and going to that house with such anger in me was only going to bring chaos.
I stood up from the chair where I was seated and walked over to the window, wiping my hand across my face as I stared out of the window. It was painful to discover that she had lied to me, but what was more painful was not even the fact that she lied; it was the fact that I believed her when she told me all of those things, thinking that she was ever going to be different and would open up and tell me the truth when I should not have expected anything like that from her.
It's made me seem like a fool. Like someone who could not tell his left from his right, and I hated that feeling too much.
There are many things I could agree to be, at least, but not a fool who could not tell when a woman was lying to him or not.
