"Oh what a tangled web we weave when first we practice to deceive."
"Liar, liar... pants on fire!" I wanted to shout it at her as I confronted her with evidence of her deception. But I managed to keep my cool because I had to, at least for now. It wasn't the time, but the time is coming.
Lie upon lie upon lie, to cover up God knows what... a sense of inadequacy? Why couldn't she just tell me the truth in the first place? It wouldn't have mattered so much then, it wasn't such a big deal. Once again I would have helped her get things straightened out, I'm supportive like that. But don't look me straight in the face and lie to me. Don't feed me anymore bullshit!
I abhor dishonesty. It leaves a nasty taste in my mouth. It is a betrayal of my trust and it leaves me feeling raw and angry. How am I to believe anything you tell me when over and over again you deceive me in small ways that add up to being one great big liar? I am weary of your stories that aren't exactly true, not true at all. Call them what they are... lies! Do you really think it makes you look bigger, stronger, or more clever when you invent dialog that never took place and put forth "facts" that don't have an ounce of truth in them? Can't you just once tell the truth about something and let the chips fall where they may?
Do you realize that you always end up getting caught in your tangled web of lies? The only one you seem to be deceiving in yourself. Any respect I once held for you has been worn away by the steady stream of poorly disguised lies. I no longer believe anything you tell me. I doubt every word that comes out of your mouth! I turn away from your rambling narrative, trying to decide if what I feel towards you is pity or disgust.