It's been said that good relationships are built on trust. By that measure, our relationship is woefully dysfunctional. I've given you chance after chance, and again and again, you've let me down. You claim I've been avoiding you, and I admit, that's true. Why should I spend my time with you, when I can hang out with a sleeve or a cardigan front, and actually get some work done?
This may be the last straw. You knew the gansey was important to me. You knew that I needed you to tell the truth. If you'd told me to change needle sizes, I wouldn't have been angry -- I have plenty of needles. So why did you feel the need to lie? I have to tell you, I'm very concerned. At this point, it's starting to look like you have a pathological aversion to honesty. Maybe you should seek counseling.
When you've got your act together, give me a call. I could use you around, but only if you're willing to be honest with me. That's the only thing that will win back my trust.
A Concerned Friend