My other half is a liar. Some are little white stupid lies, some are well fabricated whoppers.
When we first met he told me he provided music for a well known rock band, I laughed it off and thought he was just trying to impress me. For four years he told me it was true rhen a couple of months he admitted it was because he didn’t feel good enough. There were silly little lies that he’d written poems for me but I found a book he copied them. There were silly little lies where he had tried to make himself seem a better person because he didn’t feel like he was enough.
However the whoppers have been huge. He was going to have driving lessons but just before he found out he had been banned from driving and had several points on his bike license. He told me it was because he had sold a motorbike and hadn’t sent off to change the name. Whoever had bought the bike had racked up speeding charges and points and he was in touch with the courts trying to sort it out. We talked about it several times with me asking if he had heard from them yet etc.
Ge told me he had no debts, we did a joint financial application and then we started receiving letters chasing several debts.
This resulted in a conversation about lying and I asked him what else he’s lied about and when I pushed for the truth he told me about the license.
I found numbers on my phone bill but he said it was work related and he still maintains that’s the truth.
I don’t know if I want to carry on our relationship. We live with my children and he’s great with them. He’s lovely to me. But the lies, it just ruins the trust. Well there isn’t any trust but how can there ever be from now?