You breathe. I lie. Both come to us naturally. To you, an empathic and caring person who is imbued with the traits of decency, honesty and integrity the act of lying is anathema to you. Even the use of a little white lie as it spills from your lips has you feeling uneasy. You conduct yourself in a way that involves avoiding lying and you would rather stay silent than let an untruth escape your mouth. Not only will you not lie, you detest being lied to. The lie shatters trust. Trust is a fundamental ingredient, in your world, to any relationship, whether it is between spouses, colleagues, parent and child or service provider. Without trust nothing would be achieved and the world would be a darker place. Breaching that trust is a terrible act and where your trust has been broken by the issuing of a lie then you react with horror, anger, upset and dismay. I can think of no better device for drawing an emotional reaction from your kind than the issuing of a lie. Those three letters create a small word but one which has all manner of repercussions. From the lies that accompany infidelity which strikes at the core of the relationship, to the lies told by those in power to remain a demagogue and achieve political expediency, the effect of not telling the truth is substantial and enormous. Lying results in damage. Lie to your friends and you lose their respect, lie in a court and you commit perjury, lie about your circumstances and you commit fraud, lie to your children and you begin to warp their world, lie to your other half and you destroy a part of them. A small word which packs a thermonuclear punch. So easy to say, so simple to use and the effects can be devastating. No wonder my kind and me relish its use. Economical and effective, no other tool comes close to the power of telling lies and this is why we use them repeatedly, often and extensively.

The advantage of their use is by telling you a Long Involved Explanation we lead you up the garden path and around the houses causing you to become confused and bewildered. The advantage to us is that the terrible truth of what we do becomes Lost In Explaining what we have done by use of our convoluted and twisted diatribes. We tell untruths from the moment that we seduce you as we detail to you our Lovely Ideas Embellished with falsehood about how we will achieve a promotion in under six months, climb Mount Everest and interior design our new impressive home. The fact is that we are fantasists who exaggerate our achievements and our plans so that the Lucid Ideas Expand beyond reality. The use of lies assists us in evading the finger of blame. You will try and catch us our but there is never a Lapse In Exposition as we weave an ever more complex web in which we wish to ensnare you, leaving us untarnished. You look on in astonishment as Laughing I’m Escaping accountability yet again. No matter what I have done, no matter how heinous the activity I will allow untruths to spill from my lips with consummate ease so that I remain in control, superior and blame-free. Often it will be a short and bare-faced lie, designed to have you speechless with incredulity as I walk away Laughing Inside Energetically at your shocked face. On other occasions, I will engage in the shaggy dog story, going round and round, adding more and more to the tale so that I Lovingly Insinuate Eventually that you are the one to blame and this makes you react all the more. How can we have the audacity to say such things and turn the blame onto you? Look It’s Easy, we have no sense of remorse or guilt for the things that we say. You are burdened with a conscience and a moral compass that causes you to steer a path so you always stick to the road of truth. We have no such compass. We do not have a conscience and this allows us to weave and twist, taking our explanations into the realms of the fantastic. Whether we are boasting and bragging about what we are or seeking to escape culpability we will lie incessantly. You will plead with me to tell the truth. You will promise that there will be no upshot, no comeback and no consequence you just, for once want to hear us speak the truth. You know the truth but you want me to tell you, so you can hear it for once. Like I’m Ever going to do that. Why should I give you something that you want? Why should I cede control to you ? Most of all, why should I give up the opportunity of gathering fuel from you? This is why we lie extensively, even when the truth might actually serve us better (better when judged from your viewpoint of course – not ours) we will gain fuel. Our twisted lies always cause you to react and provide us with fuel. If a situation is Lacking In Emotion we know that all it takes is for us to tell you a lie, the bolder the better, the more brazen and ridiculous it is the greater your reaction will be because you hate lies and you hate being lied to. As you stand before me frustrated and upset, I am Laughing I’m Escaping yet again any responsibility for my actions. I will smother you in untruths, layer lie upon lie, Literally It’s Engulfing you in falsehood so that you no longer even recognise the truth, such is the level of distortion. We lie to everyone. The man in the corner shop about how many goals we scored at football, lies at work to cover our backs and to plunge knives into the backs of others. Lies to a friend about how much we like him just to keep the Little Idiot Entertained. Repeatedly we will lie to you to ensure you remain Locked In Entanglement with us and cannot escape. We use lies to express our false sorrow, our faux remorse and our promises to change just so you will not Leave In Earnest. We show-off with lies in a crowd to bring the spotlight back on to us as we talk over other people because we Like Interrupting Everyone. The lie is a Limitless Invigorating Example of what we really are. A fraudster, a charlatan, a con-man and a pathological liar. We know no other way and we have no desire to embrace any other way. I will always lie, I am Loving It Everyday because it furthers my schemes, underpins my ambitions, avoids accountability and brings me fuel again and again.

I am always telling lies.

And that’s the only truth.

13 thoughts on “Lies

  1. mommypino says:

    HG, you said that sometimes some empaths have a dirty streak which makes them a dirty empath. You have named infidelity and marriage breaker (selfishness) as two of the types of dirty empaths. Is there a possibility where an empath’s dirty streak is lying? For example, let’s say that there’s an empath who doesn’t lie and is very open but at times uses his/her lying as a tool against a narc or against a person that the empath doesn’t respect. Is it a possible Dirty Empath situation or does that disqualify an empath from being an empath and moves him:her to the Normal category. Especially if the empath doesn’t feel guilt in lying because the empath is able to rationalize that it was needed.

    1. HG Tudor says:

      Yes, there are a variety of traits which amount to the dirty element of the empath.

      1. mommypino says:

        Thank you HG!!

  2. J.G THE ONE says:

    Hello, H.G.Tudor.
    I’m not really interested in your lies. Because thanks to H.G. I already know the truth. So what’s the point of someone wanting you to tell more lies. To give you more fuel? Noooooooo.
    I prefer H.G.Tudor’s real hard hand purge. First it’s like wormwood, so bitter and painful, but then all the truth when internalized, is simply healing.

  3. screwyoudick says:

    I learned that unless I witnessed IT, it is a lie. Nothing but lies. Lies of no significance to completely fabricated elaborate lies! Complete POS!

  4. sunnHekili says:

    My ex-husband (MRN) would quite frequently admit his lies to me, whether confronted or not. This game started on the ride to our wedding reception. Either standing tall over me or bringing his face close to mine when seated, with those soulless coal black eyes seeking to slice me open, he would say in his icy tone, “So what are you going to do about it?” His pleasure seemed almost orgasmic as we both knew there wasnt a damn thing i could do about his revelations. But stupid him, control is a grand illusion that one can never truly achieve. Fuel he did gain, though, for a great length of time. But the audacity of his lying machinations would leave me no choice in the future i chose.

    There was a kind of evolution. From knowing his behavior to be wrong, to thinking i could “turn him” with logic. Then i came to know that his quest for control would never end (still not knowing fully what he was & completely not knowing about the fuel deal), though he did a pretty damned good job with that last golden period. Almost. I could more sense than see that what he held out as pure gold was only plated. Cheap. Never authentic. Never real.

    Thinking that i could preserve the marriage, the supernova thing was purely instinctual. Defensive when necessary and used offensively in trying to bring about good. Mostly done to preserve myself, my sanity, my resolve, my hope…all of my “mys” as i struggled to remain in a marriage i could never have known had always been doomed to fail.

    He found my replacement. He had been searching, i found out, since the day we’d met 8 years earlier. Although it hurt like hell, i do not beg. He asked for a divorce but did not file. So i did.

    24 years later, he’s the same sad, predictable liar trying to stick it to me.

    Lotta heads up recently from your info, HG Tudor♡👍 The game is about to change. The gains he continues to try and machinate will yield even bigger losses for him. I detest this game i feel forced to play. But those of us with affected children often have little choice.

    Ive always been the more intelligent being– factual, not emotional. And while the endorphins that come from running circles around him feel pretty damned good, my overriding feeling about his creature will ultimately never cease to be one of extreme sadness.

  5. Victoire says:

    His lies were one of the most gutting aspects of our relationship. The further I get away from him, the longer I go NC, the more and more is revealed. Silence unfolds all. His lies are more painful than anything else. It’s like there is no end to them. I’m having aftershocks from the narcissist because I keep getting smacked in the face with more breakdowns of his lies. It’s horrible.

  6. foolme1time says:

    Mercy, They lie about things they don’t even need to lie about! At this point right now, I honestly don’t believe anything that ever came out of his mouth! It was all a bunch of bullshit!!

    1. screwyoudick says:

      I’ve got a ggod one! At a Celine Dion Show in Vegas, he tells me he took a “leak” right next to Celine’s husband LOLOL! I said I’m surprised they make Celine Dion’s husband use the public bathrooms 😂😂

  7. PrincessSuperEmpath says:

    Dearest HG: But, the lies are not so good. The fog is strong. It is the world of the fog that the Narcissist puts us in that is so good for the lie. We can not think clearly through the Narcissistic fog that we are in. Our intuition tells us immediately that the Narc is lying. And we want to thind deeply about the lie,…But, the fog smothers and chokes the thought until the thought gasps and runs for its life. But, the lies are not good. And our thoughts are not dead. Hiding, but not dead. So, when the wind of our reason and logic, aided by the disappearance of the love bombing and golden period, pushes away the fog that we are in, and we revive and recapture our reasonable thinking, we realize the lies are not good. We see the lies, and then remember all the lies in total, and realize that the lies were not good. Then we feel dis-respect for you…which you hate and thus devalue us, all because your lies were not good, after all. So, you punish us, at end, because your lies were not good.

  8. Jane hall says:

    He lied so much. I couldn’t believe a word he said. The lies he told…..

    1. Mercy says:

      Jane Hall, it’s mind boggling isn’t it?

  9. Kelly says:

    I have learned to lie easily to the narcissist. Sometimes I stun myself. But then, it just seems like a necessary part of the whole dynamic.

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