Lies

My first husband and I married when I was only 17. The bathroom faucet leaked for six months. I was raised with six brothers and a father that could fix or build anything. Like typical macho men, they didn't want me to damage such soft and beautiful hands. Anyway, the faucet leaked on for six months, because according to my husband, we couldn't afford the brass seat to fix it. I didn't know any better since I had had no experience with that sort of thing. After the divorce,
I learned to do my own plumbing and found out that the brass seat,
at the time the faucet leaked, would have only cost about .34 cents.

I also discovered, after being separated and divorced for some time,
he was a pathological liar. He lied when he didn't have to.
About 20 times a day just to see if he could get away with it.