Knowing my truth

Today was a tough day as I was really tested by our painter, who, besides having a language issue, did not tell the truth….. I was so angry because there were moments where I doubted myself… maybe he was right… I really had to take a moment to stay connected to myself, to know what the truth was, and remember what he had said earlier in the day. I eventually got really really angry with him, so much so that I basically fired him, however his boss came and promised that things would be corrected…… but still. When someone doesn’t speak the truth and I know what the truth is, it is very disheartening. It not only makes me mad, it makes me sad. My body can feel when someone is not present and not speaking from an authentic place and the more I listen from my body, the harder it gets for me to embrace those who are not coming genuine or coming from their heart…. How do you feel in a situation like this?