Hi everyone. My name is Nick. I'm 20 turning 21 in August. Today I recognized and admitted to myself that I am a compulsive liar. I am going to see my Psychologist on Monday but I don't think I can wait that long to speak about what a terrible person I am. I'm not a violent person. I'm not a drinker or a gambler, nor a smoker. I don't do drugs. I was a mediocre student who excelled in English. I like to have fun. I like to read. I enjoy talking to people. I have a good job at the moment which I love. I am in a relationship with the most beautiful woman on the planet. She's beautiful on the inside and she loves me for me. I'm madly in love with her and I want to spend the rest of my life with her. But that's the problem. I'm not me. My name is Nick and I am a compulsive liar. I lie about everything really. Consequential or not. Important or irrelevant. Serious or trivial. I started lying I think some time around the age of 9-10. My father is a pathological liar, but my parents divorced when I was 3 and we moved to a foreign country. I'm not sure if my father has any bearing on my condition, I suspect it may, but please if you have any thought on it, I would love to hear it.
I lied to be cool. I lied to fit in. I lied so that people would like me. I lied to get friends. I lied for favors. I re-invented myself more or less. Every new person I met knew something about me that another one didn't. I suppose if you asked several people to tell you about me, they would all have a different story of who I am. Who they think I am. This is going to be very long and winded, but I am desperately in need of advice and I have nowhere else to go. I need help. Badly. I lie to acquaintances. I lie to real friends. I lie to complete strangers. Big things, little things, doesn't matter. My father is Italian although he was born in the US. His mother was also born in the US though her parents immigrated, I believe. I lie all the time about my father's side being from Sicily, when really they are from Abruzzo. Do you know why I lied? Sicily sounded cooler. Then I started catching mob connotations and I was much happier to run with it, than deny it. That followed me through middle and high school. I got a new job about a week ago. While introducing myself to my new boss, I lied to her and said that I had traveled to Italy, even though I have never been to Europe. Some of these people, I will never see again. But that does not excuse the lie.
In 6 months I plan to be at University, so the job will be gone as I have to move away. I doubt if I will ever see them again. I don't maintain relationships because I feel disgusting inside. I feel poisonous. For thinking it is okay to lie because 'those' people 'don't matter'. It makes me want to not see anyone ever again. I almost cried at work today, upon realizing this. I've lied to my Mother since childhood, to get out of trouble mostly. Once I figured it worked and was much less severe than telling the truth, I kept doing it. Irony. I've told all kinds of lies that I can't keep track of. To people of all walks, who really just wanted to be friends with me. To have genuine relationships with me and still I lied to those people, afraid of them knowing the real me. I assume this lying is a part of my greater insecurities and esteem issues as an individual. Perhaps a personality disorder. I tell lies to even my best friend. The guy who trusts me implicitly and looks to me for advice. A genuine guy, who loves me and I spit in his face by deceiving him.
My girlfriend. I've proposed to her. She accepted. I will continue, but first let me clearly state the lies I have fed her without regard. Surely if I love her I would never have lied to her? I don't know what to do. I do LOVE her, but then why did I lie? I don't know. She is the most wonderful, genuine, honest, dedicated, caring, loving person who has dealt with tragedy her whole life, undeserved. She has a baby with her ex-boyfriend, which she gave for adoption when the baby was born. I am wholly willing to accept her as part of our family (We've spoken extensively about having children). I just found out from her friend when talking earlier that apparently her ex (Let's call him Dan) NEVER LIED. EVER. He was one of the most honest, genuine, sincere, friendly guys you could ever meet. But she said that my girlfriend must love me more, that I must have something truly special as she chose me over him, in the end. Though they were broken up when we met. I feel despicable. That I could ever betray somebody like that.
-I lied about being an amateur boxer with a record of 5-4-1 (I don't even remember the numbers. Could be wrong)
-I lied about my family and my heritage, (Though later managed to rectify this)
-I've lied about my sexual exploits (I've slept with 3 women in my life. Speaking to one of her best friends, I told her when she asked me that I had slept with over 25 women. I told her that I had informed my girlfriend of this, when really I haven't. I may have lied previously to her about the women I've slept with, but the truth is I don't remember what I said)
-The worst lie I told is that when she asked me about one of my ex-girlfriends, I showed her a picture of an acquaintance on Facebook. I told her this woman was my ex-girlfriend but we had broken up after she had an abortion. After my girlfriend had told me (the very first time) about when she had her baby girl. I don't know why I did this. It flew out of my mouth like some kind of toxic vomit. Once it was there I couldn't take it back. I ran with it, it's a sensitive issue for my girlfriend because she's very pro-life. It was very intense and emotionally taut and still I chose to lie. I must be the worst kind of person on the planet to deceive somebody so perfect.. :''(
I must have told her other lies, big and small. But those are the ones I can recall. But I just don't remember. I feel it all unraveling from underneath me and it is my own damn fault. I don't want pity or sympathy. I realize I am horrible person. I realize I have a serious problem. I realize I have cultivated a suffering that is yet unknown to the people I love. I just need advice. I just need help. I don't want to lie anymore. I don't want to deceive. I don't want to betray. I don't want to lose the love of my life, but how could I ever look her in the eye. How can I ever have children with her. If I come clean now, everything drowns. She's my universe. Why am I saying that? If she was, would I have ever been so selfish? We have already broken up twice, but she took me back the last time. Not for lying, just for a nasty fight. I said some things in anger that I should not have, yet she still chose to forgive me in her heart. She truly is the most beautiful person on the inside. Her friends, after she explained our breakup, think I am an asshole. Though as I spoke to her friend earlier, said all was forgiven and forgotten and that I am a great guy. I wanted to cry. I did cry. But I could not tell my fiance's friend what was wrong.
I don't love her because I need her. I need her because I love her. But I have sowed the seeds for yet another tragic ending in her life. I just don't want to live without her but I could not live with myself if I stayed with her and never came clean. But I know it would be the straw that broke the camels back. She would leave. She said this was the last fight we were going to have. If it came to this, she would never come back. I just don't know what to do. Please help me. Please... :''(