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5 Things I Learned From Dating a Pathological Liar
When I tell people I dated a pathological liar, most of them think I’m exaggerating. They don’t really believe me.
Some of them try to defend him — the ones who know him — saying he’s an upstanding citizen, a good student, a reliable friend, a nice guy. Sure, I guess he is. But he’s still a liar.
Other people will try to question me. Sometimes it even becomes a gaslighting situation. They’ll ask me if he really was lying this whole time. Why didn’t I do something? Was he really that manipulative? I mean, he was fine for a while, right? And sure, he was. But he’s still a liar.
The relationship started out fine — good, even. We were so happy. We fell in love with each other without much regard for the rest of the world. We were inseparable; we did everything together. Our worlds fit like a glove.
And then, I began to realize his pattern.
He was a liar.
He’d lie about everything — what he did that day, who he was hanging out with, what he was doing. When we first started getting to know each other, he’d tell me tall tales about the places he’d travelled to and the things he’d done. He even lied about his past relationships. And at the time, I thought it was the truth, but later on he would admit that he had lied.
