Many moons ago I dated one doozy of a Mr. Wrong. I flushed all his drugs down the toilette (it was a lot, he sold) and gaslighted him into believing he'd done it himself the night before when he came home blind drunk.
Yep. I broke up with him just a couple of days afterwards, stretching the same lie into my reason for leaving.
"Moon, do these pants make me look fat?" "No." "Oh, okay, thanks." Technically wasn't a lie as her fat made her look fat, but details.
Towards the end of The Hydrogen Sonata, as... Wait, spoilers ahead. Spoiler: The Hydrogen Sonata Spoilers Towards the end of The Hydrogen Sonata, as the Gzilt are in the final moments before they sublime, some of them begin confessing to the sins of their past. When it comes to his turn, Septame Banstegeyne just shakes his head and says "Too many." I'm really not a good person, but nice try anyway.
I once told a persistent psycho hosebeast that my flat mate had died (he'd already tried the 'Look I'm not interested, fuck off and leave me alone') that went fine until we met her while we were out on the town a few weeks later
she wouldn't leave said flat mate alone … it started as a one night stand but she just couldn't accept that that was all it was, so we had calls, and visits, and letters, and name it... even telling her flat didn't work, so one night when she dropped round unannounced an my flat mate was out I told her that he'd been killed in a bike crash the day before
I get it. It is one of those characters. It reminds me of a movie. What was her reaction when you bumped into her if you do mind me asking
on the plus side she decided that he wasn't her ideal man if he could pull such a heartless trick and break her little heart into teeny weeny pieces and destroy her dreams so she'd never recover blah blah blah …. a few weeks later she was obsessing over some other poor sucker
I tell my clients I'm having a good day every day. It's a lie every time, but they never suspect a thing.
