Seriously, why would someone lie about knowing how to drive and having a car before? And what if that someone happens to be your husband?
I was out in the garden today, very sunny. Drank my coffee out there whilst talking to a frog in the pond isn't the least bit bothered about my presence. After deciding against giving it a little kiss for hopes of it turning into a prince, I finished the rest of my coffee and just then James's dad approached me and gave me a little tour of their garden. We had a little chat about James and he mentioned he does not know how to drive and never owned a car in his life. I did not know how to react because all these years I've been left to believe otherwise. And it's one of those cases wherein you partly know the truth but shove doubts away because you choose to trust your better half. Well, I chose to believe him. I don't see the point in that lie though. I mean, I myself don't know how to drive, because there had never been a reason to learn. And I couldn't care less if he knows how to drive. What I do care about is that he lied about it. I've asked him since we got here if he has anymore to confess and he said no. In fact, just last week that driving matter was brought up in one of our convos, and he said he couldn't drive his mum's car what was not being used at the time because he doesn't have insurance.

Ah, and this morning I've been told that I am not the woman he married. Well, that is good news to me. It means I can stop forgiving him for all the fibs he'd been telling me. It means I am no longer that woman he married and good god, I can stop being his wife. Ain't my loss to be honest. I just need to figure out how to go about this. Now that's the complicated part.