All The Lies Are Still In Control, Thank You
In the late 90's, the girl friend moved in. In 2003, I broke up, and tried to kick her out, but seeing how she had no real prospects, countrymen, relatives, income, or friends, I took mercy and let her stay in the house.

It is convenient for her to tell her co-workers and friends we are fiancees. So, on those rare occasions when I see them, they ask when the big day is going to be. I feign deafness.

She tells her current boyfriend that I am her 'brother'. It's a convenient fiction (we don't look at all alike) and he doesn't ask questions. Probably has his own skeletons.

I don't know what she tells her creditors and the government. Probably something less than the full truth.

The whole house of cards could crumble anytime, but I don't care. Fiction is ever so more pleasant than truth. And no one would believe the truth anyway.
(Perv With A Dog had his eyes pecked out by scrub jays on, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 0:01, 1 reply)

Hmmm
Spaced?
( Sunburn Go on.... It's character building!, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 9:45, closed)