I hate liars. My mom was a liar, my brother was a liar, the evil-X was a liar, godnose how many other liars have inveigled me into their nasty false realities and made me their pawn. All addicts are liars. They desperately need someone else to make their worlds work, to keep the supply flowing and to take care of the administrative aspects of reality. If one “administrator” bails, they’ll find another. And the weird thing is, the “administrator” who walked away will feel guilty for abandoning the liar. It’s bizarre. That person will also have to deal with the reproach of others who don’t get it — and many people don’t get it. The addict is a superstar at arousing pity in others. My mom always said, “Don’t be so gullible,” but she benefitted a lot from my gullibility.
However, not all liars are addicts. There are liars who get through their lives by manipulating people; addict or not, they still need an “administrator.” I guess they’re called psychopaths, such as the Evil-X. I’ve learned a lot about that kind of behavior, too, including terms I never knew such as “gas-lighting” which is, “manipulating (someone) by psychological means into questioning their own sanity.” That’s a very good stragedy for putting someone down so far they don’t question your lies. Yep. Been there, too.
I fear liars more than I fear cougars or rattlesnakes or train wrecks or anything because I am so vulnerable.