The Truth

   
      The pains were coming faster now.  She lay on her bed panting, tears pouring down her cheeks. Why hadn’t she confided in anyone before now?    She had been careful to wear baggy clothes to hide her secret.  She had explained away the morning sickness to the flu.  If anyone had suspected, no one had said a word. 

       After the physician at the clinic had confirmed her worst fears, she had never gone back.   She screamed in terror.   Her father raced in, shocked to discover his 14 year old daughter giving birth.  She realized she could no longer hide the truth.

This 100 word story was written for the Write Tribe 100 Words on Saturday writing prompt "She realized she could no longer hide the truth."

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The Truth or Ignorant Bliss?

       Today the folks at NaBloPoMo are wondering “would I rather always know the truth or remain blissfully ignorant?”  I guess that depends.  Is the truth going to hurt my feelings?  Is it something I need to know to get through life?  Is it trivial or is it life altering?

         They say the truth will set you free.   Sometimes the brutal truth simply creates too much misery and drama.  Many times I moan that I would have been so much better off if someone would have left that little tidbit to themselves.  I mean really.  Do they get their jollies from pi$$ing on my parade??    Is it really necessary for my husband to rub in my face that he and a fellow driver ate and had drinks at Applebee’s?  Especially since Applebee’s is always beyond our budget when he is home?  I think not.  I didn’t really need to know.  He could have told me that he went and had dinner, what was on the menu, and leave out the part he was at a fun hot spot like Applebee’s or Hooters …without me.  All that information makes me feel like perhaps I am not good enough to step through the door with him, instead of the fact that it was the only restaurant that was convenient.  The operative concept is he went without me.  Is it necessary for the brutal truth when I ask how I look?? No, I already know I look fat…you don’t have to highlight that one for me.  Tell me I look nice and go on!!  Of course if I have a big stain on my a$$, I expect you to speak up!! Don’t let me walk out in public looking like that!!!

         On the other hand, if someone saw my husband screwing around with another woman…then I want to know NOW.  Even if it is going to rip my heart out, I would want to know.  After all, I am going to find out eventually anyways.    Then I can slice his balls off and serve them to him for dinner before I throw all of his belongings into the street or sell them to the highest bidder.  For all I care, he could string them up on his rearview mirror much as he did with my wedding garter for years.  I will steel my resolve and create a life without him as is proper in such circumstances.  As you can see, I don’t tolerate infidelity at all.  That would be a deal breaker for me.  Fortunately for me and my husband’s testicles I can trust him to remain faithful, and on the flip side of the coin he can trust me.  Of course, if it is all innocent the hubby should be able to tell me anything!!!  Whether I decide to have a hair across my a$$ and get my panties in a twist is my prerogative.

        When it comes right down to it, I must conclude that I would rather have the truth even if it hurts my feelings and crushes my soul.  It is always better to KNOW than be oblivious.  Some things should just be kept dirty little secrets for marital bliss and then there are things  where only the brutal truth will do until next time when I give you another glimpse into the life of a trucker’s wife.