Years of Worry over Nothing

I have worried about something Michelle and I did way back in the day. I remember Lisa once saying “BUMBLEBEE, SHE’S ONLY FIFTEEN!!!” That of course has weighed on me over the years. I always thought I had technically, maybe did something wrong. Rather than know for sure I decided to bury my head in the sand and figure to have some deniability is always a good thing.

But coming into this upcoming polygraph I have to make a decision. I need to either find out the truth and tell it, or try to cover up what, in my heart, I felt was a lie. That is a tough choice. On one hand I realized that I could put all my jobs in jeopardy if I lied. On the other hand if I told the truth I could be looked down upon and it could still be bad. But I made up my mind that I needed to be honest. I am disappointed in myself that I even questioned the idea of not being “truthful” with what was in my heart.

So I looked up the laws. From everything I found if She was more than sixteen then I was okay. If she was less that sixteen but more than twelve we needed to be less than forty-eight months apart. Now I had to find out how old she was. I made a phone call and got her finally. We chatted for a little bit, then I asked when she was born.

She wanted to know why I wanted to know. I told her about the job. She asked if I was using her as a reference. I sort of skirted that issue. I got her date of birth and did some quick math. Not only are we less than forty-eight months apart, she was SIXTEEN and a HALF!!! I was worried over all these years for nothing. But the problem is that you cannot take years worth of doubt and wash it out of the mind and heart in a matter of hours.

I felt better about now telling the real truth, and not some made up version where I thought I did nothing wrong, but did not know for sure.