Nc as she knows I'm on here.
A female relative is the most horrific liar I have ever met.
She lies about anything and everything, from small things to big things. Some of these lies are of no consequence (apart from being stupid and weird) but some are more significant.
Luckily I only have to see her a few times a year, but I'm torn between smiling and nodding, and pulling her up on every single lie. Mostly because I'm annoyed that thinks we are all stupid enough to believe her Walter Mitty version of life.
How do those of you unfortunate enough to have a Tom Pepp in your life cope with it?