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Letting A Liar Get Away With Their Lies
When to call them out — and when to let it go
So, I was on the phone yesterday with B, a member of my family. And once again, B told me a lie. I say once again because, for some crazy reason, B has developed a tendency to casually drop a little lie or two into our conversations. Not every time we talk but, the older we get, the more frequently she’s doing it.
I’ve been annoyed by it. Of course. But I haven’t been too worried. Her lies aren’t usually compulsive. There’s nothing pathological about them and I’ve never felt that she suffered from any sort of disorder. I just hope we never head in that direction.
B fibs mostly about the past. Childhood. Young adulthood. But it’s crazy because I was there and I know she’s lying. And she should know that I know.
B was a dancer. She loved ballet but didn’t achieve her childhood goal to dance professionally. I suppose there are some regrets now. But here we are, years later, and B is creating stories about what and who stood in her way.
She says she didn’t get the support from her family. And that’s bullshit right off the bat. She says that people who could have helped her turned their backs on her instead. She wants to blame someone else when in truth, I saw exactly who stood in her way. It was B…
