Sometimes you should lie, as a man, I gotta protect my lady mentally as well as physically. If I know she just spent $150 on her hair and I don't like it, but it's still ok just not my preference, but she's questioning the quality. I'm not goin to be like, nah babe, that's ass. Or if she ask me how the food taste, that shit might have been a little salty tonight, but usually she get busy, fuck it, she cooked it for a nigga, and she didn't have to. I'm goin to tell her it was straight and eat all of it right in front of her. Sometimes for the woman's sake you can defeat a lot of problems if you preserve her psyche. I'm never going to lie about bigger, more important issues, like outside kids or, did I fuck so and so back in the G or whatever, but smaller, get through the day issues, i'll use discretion. If she need to know that she shouldn't use that seasoning again, i'll tell her, if her hair stylist is a becoming a habitual line stepper, i'll let her know that too. But bumps in the road, i'll help her get past them, we'll live to fight another day.
