I posted in that thread about my ex-husband. Since I have a relationship with his brother independent of him, I had some insight into what was real and what was not (later on, when I started asking questions - it’s a big ball of intertangled friends so it’s not like I had the brother there to verify a lot of the things I believed all the time).
Part of having that independent relationship means I had some verification about things that happened to him growing up and more back story than a lot of people get when they are involved with a liar.
My ex was shuffled around quite a bit, I believe he was abused due to more than one of his mother’s relationships, and his father died when he was 14. He had a “hard coming up” as they say. He became someone that lied to make himself whatever he needed to be in the moment. When I got involved with him he was a very metro computer and graphics guy that spent his time going to pride parades and downplaying his military career. Within the relationship he began to become more of a “traditional southern boy” that grilled on weekends, had boots, rode horses and four wheelers. His military stories grew as he let me in on “the real story”.
When I got pregnant he was the most wonderful person in the world who managed to lie enough on his resume to get a job as whatever the hell he was working in an American Family Care. He told them he was in nursing school. He gave shots. Yeah, it’s their fault for not checking but damn, how scary is that? He also managed to work in a Lab that services all the major hospitals and doctor’s offices around here. He never stayed at one place terribly long. When my son was born he decided he “always wanted to be” (a recurring phrase) a truck driver. He got a CDL and hit the road. We were divorced not long after that. He had a pregnant girlfriend up north and spun a tale of woe the likes of which you’ve never heard.
I’ve seen him be a metrosexual guy, a hippie, a biker, a truck driver, a nurse, a cowboy, a computer nerd, a troubled vet. It’s just weird to me now.
He just always was what he needed to be at the time. I think he learned it growing up. His mother is a notorious liar and I guess that’s how he learned it.
It’s sad. I don’t know if anyone knows the real him. I thought I saw flashes of it sometimes, and it was a very scared little boy (most notably when his brother had an accident and was at death’s door in ICU - he clings to his brother like a lifeline). I know so many of his secrets and he has no idea (confrontation with proof of lies is like handing him a loaded gun and asking him to shoot you, which he has threatened before when I called him on a military lie). He just… grew up wrong, I guess.
I believe he is seriously mentally ill, and he scares me. But if he showed up on my doorstep tonight, I can almost guarantee he’d figure out how to charm me into something (not bed, I’m in a monogamous relationship), but at least a kind word. He’s good at that. Very, very good.