This morning my husband saw a self-inflicted scratch on my arm and asked me what happened.

I told him that the dog got me with his claws.

I hold my husband to a standard of telling me the truth and I get angry when he doesn't and now I have lied to him.

The truth is so important to me and now I have lied to him. I did it for a couple of reasons. One, so that I won't have to go to the hospital because he will freak out, and two, so that he doesn't have to worry about me all the time. My T knows what is going on, so I know I am safe as long as I talk to him.

I don't like lying to the people who are close to me and now I have done it. I feel awful.