My Experience With a Compulsive Liar

I am laying in my bed on the floor. Surrounded by dusty pink pillows and fairy lights, I stare out of the floor-to-ceiling window of my new apartment in Washington DC. I have come a long way. A way different than expected; a way leading to other destinations than planned. Exactly one year ago from today, that way was leading me to the point of questioning my whole existence. Why did this happen to me? How did I allow a person like that into my life, let alone so close to me? Doesn’t this only exist in the movies? I still remember everything, and especially how it felt. I can never forget that. Exactly one year ago from now, I broke up with the person I was in love with. The reason why I had to break up with him, was because he happened to be a compulsive liar.

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