Since writing this afternoon, I told Doug about my incision opening.
He texted me to ask how my day was at the office (I had originally planned today to be my first full day back), and I made the specific decision to tell him. I didn't make a big deal out of it so it didn't worry him or anything. It really bothered me, though, that I wasn't being completely honest with him. I play that "partial truth" and "reveal only what I want to reveal" game with everyone else in my life. Not with him.
I lived my life in that environment and all it gave me was a lack of trust. I refuse to start that in this new life. I want this to be the rest of my life, and I am building the foundation for that now. It has to be right.
If I lie to the one I truly love, I keep lying to myself.
