So there he is, the object of my little blog. I've not used a more personal picture because i rather stay anonymous, in case he turns vindictive and messes my life more than he has already.
Now the second thing, i'm sorry. I don't need to imagine to know what you're going through right now. The moment i found out that he gave me a false name, i couldn't breathe. When he denied foul motives and gave his version of the story, i was cast in the endless sea of confusion. When i discovered lie, after lie, after lie...after lie, a part of me died each time. It was an unending cycle that eventually made me doubt my sanity, my precious friends and family. No one deserves to go through that, not me, not you, not anybody.
So honey, if you're looking for the truth, here it is: Michael Gerard Boussemart is a pathological liar. It's not just a label that a scorned ex girlfriend bestowed upon him because he broke her heart. No. I have literally put my sanity on the line in order to prove this theory wrong but it isn't.
I confess the only psychology lesson i had was back in college which, unfortunately, didn't cover the topic of said disorder. But it truly is the only reason i can come up with that even remotely makes sense.