My big brother is a magnificent liar.
He spins the longest yarns ever, even when he doesn’t have to. No little white lies for him.
Just a few months ago, my mom called to ask me when was it that Big Bro fell down a hole as a child and had to be rescued. (What the?) I had not the faintest clue why, but he’d been spreading this story to curry favor among some church people.
His first wife threw him out because of the cheating, but the lies were absolutely ridiculous. He would disappear on Friday and show up again at home on Sunday night. When asked by his then wife where he was, his excuse was that he was over at my house all weekend. This was during the days before worldwide cell phone usage and I didn’t have a phone at home at the time. Of course, I wasn’t even home all weekend and his wife eventually found that out. Another time, his girlfriend dropped him home one Sunday night, after being out all weekend. When confronted by Wife#1 with this, his story went like this:
❤ He was at my house all weekend
❤ He started feeling ill
❤ I left him at my house and drove to this other woman’s house to tell her that he was ill
❤ This other woman drove back to my house to get him and bring him home
This was one of the stories that Wife#1 told me. I looked at her in disbelief. I said, “He told you that nonsense? Wouldn’t it have made more sense for me to take him directly home to you?”
I didn’t say he was good at lying, just that he would always do it.
She kicked him out and he moved in with me. After several months of dating random females, he started seeing another woman, who would eventually become Wife#2. One night my phone rang and I answered. It was soon-to-be-Wife#2 seeming very surprised that I was there. She asked when I had returned to the country. I told her I hadn’t gone anywhere in the past 6 months. She said that my brother told her I was out of the country that weekend and that’s why he couldn’t have visited her nor could she have come over. (Huh?) I assured her that I was there the whole time. Later on I found out that he had been “entertaining” someone else that very weekend.
She stuck around and they got married 2 years later.
He was still feeding his second wife dubious amounts of exaggeration about things like his income or the amount of money he’d saved. He even told her not to contact me or mom because we didn’t like her. This was his way of heading off any “uncomfortable” questions that she might want to ask us.
Their divorce became final early last year.
He’s on his third marriage now.