Coming Clean

It's been bugging me, the lie I told my sis. I hate to lie, lest of all to her.

The relationship I have with my sis is a strange one. Although we don't hang out or do things together, I have always found it easy to tell her about the happenings in my life, just so she'd know. Even when I go to her with problems, it is merely to inform her - no, I don't expect her to help. And neither does she offer to help. And it's simply because she thinks I can handle it on my own. I appreciate that.

So after my third glass of red wine at Balaclava, I decided to tell her the truth about Matt. I sent her a drunken message. Her reply: “We need to talk.”