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I lied to two women about being single, and somehow both of them found out on the same evening. For almost six months, I had been dating two women without either knowing about the other. I know how that sounds. I wasn't proud of it, but I had convinced myself I could manage the situation until I figured out what I actually wanted. There was Claire, my girlfriend of three years. We lived together, shared bills, and had started discussing marriage. Then there was Jessica, a woman I met at a friend's birthday party. Jessica was funny, independent and incredibly easy to talk to. I told her I was single because I didn't want to lose the opportunity to get to know her. What started as occasional conversations became regular dates. Eventually, we started sleeping together. I created separate routines for both relationships. With Claire, I was the responsible boyfriend who came home after work, helped with groceries and discussed our future. With Jessica, I was the man who made spontaneous plans, booked weekend dinners and acted as though nothing in his life was complicated. I kept telling myself I would end one relationship soon. But whenever I considered it, I found a reason to postpone the decision. The problem started when Claire began asking why I was suddenly working late so often. I told her my department was handling a difficult project. She believed me. One Saturday, Jessica invited me to a birthday dinner at a restaurant downtown. I agreed, forgetting that Claire had already told me she wanted us to attend a family dinner that same evening. I told Claire I had an emergency work commitment.