To Lie or not to Lie?

I have found that I don't like to tell people that Bucky is dead.

Okay, now that I said that, it sounds incredibly stupid.

I mean, I don't like to tell strangers.  Not because I don't want to talk about him, but because I don't want to hear all of the "I'm so sorry..." and then they always want to know HOW and WHEN.

It's always awkward when someone you just met finds out your husband is dead.  It's like going to the viewing and funeral all over again.

I was at the dentist's the other day and the hygienist was making friendly conversation.  (I don't think I have ever been a fan of the conversations at the dentist office.)

The hygienist does her best to start a conversation with me by asking, "So, are you married?  Do you have any kids?"
Reluctantly I reply, "I have four kids."

Notice, I did not say I was married.  That's just a lie of omission, right?  So not a real flat out lie.

We talk about the kids for a bit and then she says...

She looks at some charts.

I have come to the conclusion that I either need to resign myself to the life of a pathological liar or buck up, tell the truth, and just bask in the awkwardness of it all.

Yeah...  I think I'm going to go google "How to become better at lying."