No more lies
If there is one thing in this world that she excels in, it is lying. If lying was an Olympic event, she would have more medals than Michael Phelps, Larisa Latynina, and Marit Bjørgen combined. I’ve personally witnessed her spending the better part of the last decade spinning a web of lies that is so intricate she thinks it can and will protect her from the storm of truth that is coming for her.
If you’re reading this, chances are that you or someone you know has been involved in or wrapped up by her lies. You, most likely, will not see that you have been hoodwinked by her. For that, I am sorry that I did not take the time to chronicle the ones that I’ve witnessed sooner.
When I first met her, it was April of 2007. I was a member of a Wiccan worship group in South Eastern Massachusetts that was featured in a one hour documentary on a cable channel. You might have heard of it. While the “she” in question for all of this may call the former High Priestess of this group a master manipulator, she has far surpassed that. At the time, I was living with two sisters in their house, and she was a student at a prominent private institution of higher learning in Boston. She ended up joining the Wiccan group, and by June, she found herself in some trouble.
Her money for school had run out, and as such she had lost her housing. So, I moved back home. This would save me rent money, and give her a chance to take over my room in the house with the sisters. They were trying to sell their house, and she claimed to be a very clean person so she would help keep the house presentable for showings. They were all too eager to agree.
In August, she told us that her mother had offered her a car, given that She drive it back from Minnesota. This struck me as odd because one of the first things she had told me of her mother was that her mother had abandoned her family (this was accompanied by the story of how her father had taken her to get feminine hygiene products on the occasion of her first period). But, each family has its own unique dynamic and as I didn’t know her family, I couldn’t speak on their dynamic.
In September, I moved back in and ended up sharing a bedroom with the younger sister (who was still in college and lived on campus most of the time). But, by now things were getting a little tense between the sisters and her. Most of it had to do with money. The older sister did have a bit of a shopping problem, and as such she did forget to pay the oil bill on more than one occasion.
By December tensions came to a head when there was a showing that we were not informed of. My fiancé and I were sleeping on an air mattress in the living room, she was sick. The realtor was a cousin of the sisters and was only telling the sisters when a showing was going to take place. As tenants, her and I were required 24 hours notice of anyone entering the dwelling (state law here). And, there had been other showings where we were given no notice and just had strangers walking in the house while we were in various states of undress. She was sick, my fiancé had just flown in from a wedding, and I was just waking up, and we were only given an hours notice.
So, I told the younger sister that they would have to reschedule, because we were not given ample notice, that she was not to wake my fiancé, and that I was taking a shower. While I was in the shower (which was right outside of her bedroom) I heard her and the younger sister get into a verbal altercation about the condition of her bedroom. Now, she had a cold, but there were week old dishes and a smell in the room that was horrible.
When I got out of the shower, and dressed, they were still going at it, but my fiancé was dressing, and we (fiancé, her, and I) decided to just get out for a spell. While we were out, the older sister left a harsh voicemail on her phone, which looking back on the situation was justified.
A week later we were served with an eviction notice. Looking back on it, had I not been so close to her, she would have been the only one evicted and I could have washed my hands of her. Hindsight is always 20/20.
For a time, we went our separate ways. She was staying with our high priestess, and I went home. But, she felt unwelcome by the rules the high priestess imposed upon her living there, so she spent most of her time at my mother's house. When we got the money together, we moved into an apartment together across the street from my mother.
She rarely picked up after herself. Her corner of the living room was always filled with half consumed soda cans and take out trash. She hardly ever cleaned up after the cats. In a matter of weeks, the whole apartment was run down.
Then, when she was unemployed, her brother moved in. She made a point to never let him be alone with me. But, in the time we did get to spend together, I learned that she lied about having cancer. Cancer is not a disease one can hide from your family. It consumes every aspect of a person. Her story melded from she got treated while in college to her father being the only one who knew and who she trusted treating her (despite the fact that he’s not an oncologist).
She may or may not have been raped. I’ve heard multiple stories of her rape. Two different stories told by her, and two more I heard from people I trust more. One story is that it was her fiancé at the time who was a waiter. One story, he was a doctor. In yet another he was a police officer. In all stories, she ended up pregnant. In some, she had an abortion. In others, she had a miscarriage. It all reeks of the plot line of SVU (one of her favorite shows).
In August 2008, my mother passed away. The cell phone company I had at the time had horrible reception in my house. She had a better company, and when the hospital called my aunt, and my aunt called her, she screamed across the apartment “YOUR MOTHER IS DEAD.”
In March of 2010, a flood destroyed our apartment and we had to move. By now, she had a literal come to Jesus experience and was now Christian. I was still exploring my faith. Regardless, it was people from her church who took us in and helped furnish our apartment when we got a new place. I moved into the apartment for two weeks alone.
The lies were a steady stream from 2010 to 2018. There were too many to count. But, the final lie. The lie that I will not let stand, is that her relationship with my ex husband “just happened.” We (our other roommate and myself) knew that she was seeing someone. She started going for walks more often so she could talk on the phone to this person. In November of 2017 she told us she was going on a 2 week cruise with her step-mother. What she really was doing was going away with her new boyfriend. My ex-husband.
To be honest, I’m not angry at who she’s with. She can be with whoever the hell she wants. It’s her life. I’m angry that she lied about who she was with and she tried to keep a relationship a secret from the person she used to call her “best friend.” Best friends don’t lie for 6+ months.
The thing with pathological liars is that they know how to compartmentalize their lives. They’re meticulous about who has access to what aspects of their lives. When they see someone is close to unraveling all of their lies, they do their best to get that person out of their lives. Which explains why she’s been treating me like complete and utter shit for the better part of a year.
She’s lied enough to me. I will not allow her to lie about me. If she’s said anything to you about me, please consider the source and ask me about it. I’ll do the one thing she’s afraid of. I’ll tell the truth.
If you’re reading this, chances are that you or someone you know has been involved in or wrapped up by her lies. You, most likely, will not see that you have been hoodwinked by her. For that, I am sorry that I did not take the time to chronicle the ones that I’ve witnessed sooner.
When I first met her, it was April of 2007. I was a member of a Wiccan worship group in South Eastern Massachusetts that was featured in a one hour documentary on a cable channel. You might have heard of it. While the “she” in question for all of this may call the former High Priestess of this group a master manipulator, she has far surpassed that. At the time, I was living with two sisters in their house, and she was a student at a prominent private institution of higher learning in Boston. She ended up joining the Wiccan group, and by June, she found herself in some trouble.
Her money for school had run out, and as such she had lost her housing. So, I moved back home. This would save me rent money, and give her a chance to take over my room in the house with the sisters. They were trying to sell their house, and she claimed to be a very clean person so she would help keep the house presentable for showings. They were all too eager to agree.
In August, she told us that her mother had offered her a car, given that She drive it back from Minnesota. This struck me as odd because one of the first things she had told me of her mother was that her mother had abandoned her family (this was accompanied by the story of how her father had taken her to get feminine hygiene products on the occasion of her first period). But, each family has its own unique dynamic and as I didn’t know her family, I couldn’t speak on their dynamic.
In September, I moved back in and ended up sharing a bedroom with the younger sister (who was still in college and lived on campus most of the time). But, by now things were getting a little tense between the sisters and her. Most of it had to do with money. The older sister did have a bit of a shopping problem, and as such she did forget to pay the oil bill on more than one occasion.
By December tensions came to a head when there was a showing that we were not informed of. My fiancé and I were sleeping on an air mattress in the living room, she was sick. The realtor was a cousin of the sisters and was only telling the sisters when a showing was going to take place. As tenants, her and I were required 24 hours notice of anyone entering the dwelling (state law here). And, there had been other showings where we were given no notice and just had strangers walking in the house while we were in various states of undress. She was sick, my fiancé had just flown in from a wedding, and I was just waking up, and we were only given an hours notice.
So, I told the younger sister that they would have to reschedule, because we were not given ample notice, that she was not to wake my fiancé, and that I was taking a shower. While I was in the shower (which was right outside of her bedroom) I heard her and the younger sister get into a verbal altercation about the condition of her bedroom. Now, she had a cold, but there were week old dishes and a smell in the room that was horrible.
When I got out of the shower, and dressed, they were still going at it, but my fiancé was dressing, and we (fiancé, her, and I) decided to just get out for a spell. While we were out, the older sister left a harsh voicemail on her phone, which looking back on the situation was justified.
A week later we were served with an eviction notice. Looking back on it, had I not been so close to her, she would have been the only one evicted and I could have washed my hands of her. Hindsight is always 20/20.
For a time, we went our separate ways. She was staying with our high priestess, and I went home. But, she felt unwelcome by the rules the high priestess imposed upon her living there, so she spent most of her time at my mother's house. When we got the money together, we moved into an apartment together across the street from my mother.
She rarely picked up after herself. Her corner of the living room was always filled with half consumed soda cans and take out trash. She hardly ever cleaned up after the cats. In a matter of weeks, the whole apartment was run down.
Then, when she was unemployed, her brother moved in. She made a point to never let him be alone with me. But, in the time we did get to spend together, I learned that she lied about having cancer. Cancer is not a disease one can hide from your family. It consumes every aspect of a person. Her story melded from she got treated while in college to her father being the only one who knew and who she trusted treating her (despite the fact that he’s not an oncologist).
She may or may not have been raped. I’ve heard multiple stories of her rape. Two different stories told by her, and two more I heard from people I trust more. One story is that it was her fiancé at the time who was a waiter. One story, he was a doctor. In yet another he was a police officer. In all stories, she ended up pregnant. In some, she had an abortion. In others, she had a miscarriage. It all reeks of the plot line of SVU (one of her favorite shows).
In August 2008, my mother passed away. The cell phone company I had at the time had horrible reception in my house. She had a better company, and when the hospital called my aunt, and my aunt called her, she screamed across the apartment “YOUR MOTHER IS DEAD.”
In March of 2010, a flood destroyed our apartment and we had to move. By now, she had a literal come to Jesus experience and was now Christian. I was still exploring my faith. Regardless, it was people from her church who took us in and helped furnish our apartment when we got a new place. I moved into the apartment for two weeks alone.
The lies were a steady stream from 2010 to 2018. There were too many to count. But, the final lie. The lie that I will not let stand, is that her relationship with my ex husband “just happened.” We (our other roommate and myself) knew that she was seeing someone. She started going for walks more often so she could talk on the phone to this person. In November of 2017 she told us she was going on a 2 week cruise with her step-mother. What she really was doing was going away with her new boyfriend. My ex-husband.
To be honest, I’m not angry at who she’s with. She can be with whoever the hell she wants. It’s her life. I’m angry that she lied about who she was with and she tried to keep a relationship a secret from the person she used to call her “best friend.” Best friends don’t lie for 6+ months.
The thing with pathological liars is that they know how to compartmentalize their lives. They’re meticulous about who has access to what aspects of their lives. When they see someone is close to unraveling all of their lies, they do their best to get that person out of their lives. Which explains why she’s been treating me like complete and utter shit for the better part of a year.
She’s lied enough to me. I will not allow her to lie about me. If she’s said anything to you about me, please consider the source and ask me about it. I’ll do the one thing she’s afraid of. I’ll tell the truth.