The truth hurts

I guess I should start by posing the question, “Would you rather know the truth or be kept tame in a stew of lies?”
Sometimes I feel like a simple lie would be easier but all of us who have ever loved someone, knows how the truth can be surprisingly less painful than hearing a lie from a loved one. After so long, knowing somebody, you just kind of expect him or her to posses the kind of character, that won’t allow them to hide anything from your eyes. A lie can be like a dagger in the side and all of a sudden the trust has crumbled and then it’s gone. Your relationship becomes a game of chess and soon it seems so easy to allow yourself to get lost in a workday and often times we don’t even do what we used to do. Lies compound lies and after a while the time you spent loving one another affectionately, is wasted wiping the mud from your feet and covering up incriminating tracks. You wake up wondering, “How did we get here?” If you’d known that this thing would break her heart you’d have told the truth, but at the time the truth seemed to be rat poison, compromising everything. We have all heard the saying, “ The truth will set you free”, but sometimes it seems like we’re just damned if we do and we’re damned if we don’t. What ever happened to the love relationship, was it all just a myth to begin with? Are we all chasing some unattainable goal, or is there some real reason why man and woman choose to join together? Is monogamy a fallacy or is it possible for two people to come together and choose to remain faithful to one another in every respect. In my experience, youth and fidelity go hand and hand. Others marry their high school sweethearts and live happily ever after, or so they say. Maybe I am just to sensitive and need to realize that nobody goes his or her whole life through without drama of some kind. Is it how we arm ourselves for battle that makes the difference between life and death in a relationship? What is the difference between destructive lies and heart piercing truth?