My sister is a pathological liar, and I believe a narcissist. We’re very much no contact - mostly because of her insane lies. She always lied, excessively, compulsively since childhood. I’d be like erm I was just there with you, that “hilarious” thing did not happen!!
As we got older, it got more sinister, and she’d turn on people who caught her out in her bullshit. She’d get caught out being duplicitous, and then that person would then get retroactively fitted out with an entirely new backstory of lies. She’d always hated them, they’re mental, they’re evil, they did this or that and she never liked them anyway. It’s all just her nasty way of allowing no questions, no confrontation - she’d rip you to pieces and make up terrifying lies. I confronted her a few times about doing this to her very nice and understanding friends, and would get the full wrath.
It was only when I told her something about her disgusting partner (who was openly and clearly violent and abusive) that she turned on me so throughly, that I was done. If she’d always been lovely, but in that relationship he’d made her something she wasn’t, I’d have tried to salvage things. But she was always edging on sociopathic behaviour since I was literally a toddler. There was nothing to save. She’s the worst of the worst. One friend pissed her off and she, in a fit of rage, accused her friend’s child of being a sexual abuser. Came up with a whole scenario. When this was disputed, by me, she was like well she (friend) doesn’t need to know that - and laughed! The friend’s child was back round playing within weeks. When I said ‘hold on, you accused that child of sexual abuse!!’ She just said oh yeah we’ve got past that, she shouldn’t have been a bitch to me and I wouldn’t have said it. When people ask why I don’t speak to my sister, I just say she’s a pathological liar so I can’t be around her.
I’ll never speak to her again. I dread what’d happen if my mum dies, my sister is the golden child but also does fuck all and doesn’t do anything for my mum. Lots of instagram gushing posts, that type of bullshit, but would never actually do anything nice. My mum thinks the sun shines out of her arse, and thinks she’s like a delicate empath who feels too much or some such. Growing up never being taken seriously about how nasty she was, was pretty crap. You feel like you don’t know which way is up, and she turns so rapidly, you’re never safe.