I lied to a good woman, now I regret losing her

By Eugene Mugisha

Believe me, it is not a good thing to lie. That sounds pretty obvious, but if you are accustomed to living many lives, you find that not telling entire truths is a vital part of your continued existence.

At a certain point, you start confusing the truths and however skilled you are at maintaining your double lives and multiple personalities, at some point you are bound to get a few things mixed up.

I met this woman at my cousin’s graduation party. Asking him to quickly introduce me, I immediately started a conversation with her. She had also graduated and the conversation naturally drifted to her job prospects.

A strong, inexplicable urge to show off overcame me and before I knew what I was saying, I had told her that I was in fact set for a promotion that very next week. I would become the regional director.

When she asked what organisation I worked for, I started fumbling and made up a name, and told her it was a new company that specialised in water treatment solutions. My lies were growing faster than I could tell them to her.

Yet, she thanked me and seemed genuinely happy for me. She did not even ask me if I could hook her up with a job, a point I too decided not to bring up. Then we exchanged numbers, and I had to leave.

Two days later, I called her to ask if she was free for coffee. She said she was but the first thing she asked me was about my new position. Honestly, I had forgotten all about the new job thing. Remembering my lie just in time, I told her it was going well. I should have told her that I had not in fact got the job, my life would have been easier henceforth. I realised this a little too late, but what was done was done.

All through the date, she kept asking this and that about the job, and I kept brushing it aside. I could see her admiring me for having attained such a high posting at such a young age.

Truth is, I barely had enough money for the coffee itself. And like that, our relationship was based on lies which, frankly, I could not afford to keep up. Besides, she was not materialistic or high-maintenance.

She was down to earth, which made it even more difficult to keep lying to her. Within two months, I had no idea who I really was. I had to refresh my mind about my lies before I went to see her.

And yet we were happy together. Then one day, my sister told me to tell her the truth. I told my sister about the dilemma I was in, and she straight up told me to tell her immediately, and take my chances. Which I did. And which was the end of everything.

She left me, not because of my job, but because she could not trust anything I told her ever again.
And to her, this was a very important part, something she could not do without. I met her the other day, and for some reason, I felt like getting on my knees and begging her, not to come back to me, but to forgive me for the lies.


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