The Lie

I thought I could handle being honest about everything. We’ve been married for five years now, and we share most things. But there was this small lie, just two months ago. He doesn’t know how much it bothers me. I told him I went to the gym while actually meeting a friend who shares my fetish interests. It’s not like we did anything that night, but knowing I lied about where I was... It felt wrong, even if there’s nothing to hide now except this one small fib. The guilt gnaws at me because I know it’s just another line between us.