This may be a long read...
My old roommate and I made a "break" from the lie. We moved away to another town. I will not mention which town just incase he is lurking....
He was a nice guy. He worked hard, and we drank beer and had a great time together. One thing that I did notice is that he had no sense of control... he always would take a joke too far, no matter what the consequenses. I cannot go into details to protect his anonymity.
Anyhow, we made "the break" and moved away. We told nobody. We ran away, being "bad" dubs, LOL! We both made a pact not to go back to the kingdumb hall until we moved. When we did eventually move, about 2 months later we went to the local kingdumb hall for the memorial. We were literally attacked by a certain elder, because he wanted to know if we were "partying" kind of people, LOL! Also, my best friend was DF'd down there... and we hung out with him despite the dire warnings of his disfellowshipment, LOL! The elders did not know, but it was just too funny.
Anyhow, he told me that his father abused him sexually. Now I did not know this in my town where I used to live, and was the next best thing to a MS. I ran the sound system and helped with magazines to get me away from the "meetings", LOL! I asked the elders if he could be the "mic boy". He said that he probably would not be allowed... well, the elders told me okay, but to "watch his assosiation", whatever the hell thatmeans! Anyhow, he was a mic boy and all was bliss. It was pretty weird... I know that he met with the elders for several hours. I bet it was about the abuse that he suffered... but remember, I did not know this! Not until later....
Well, we stopped going to meetings for about 1 month before we left, and we left with no fanfare. No goodbyes, no nothing, good riddance. I never felt so rejected in my whole life. Nobody said goodbye to me, because I did not make the last months meetings. Thanks for the love.
Anyhow, we were happily living in that town. He was miserable. I remember him overreacting to situations and freaking out over nothing. (dishes). He was yelling and screaming at me. When I went into his room to ask him what was wrong, he told me that his dad molested him and nobody believed him. I have told nobody this until today.... he was crying like a little boy. I cried too. It was a horrible thing to have to listen to him cry. A grown man.
Well, we patched things up and moved ahead. The thing was that he was a compulsive liar. Now I mention this because, are people who were molested capable of this? I'll explain.
We had a fight over something stupid, and the next day his mother had "cancer". He had to move back home. Well, we all felt sorry for him and made him feel better. He was leaving... well, after he left, his mother calls me and asks me what happened. He was a mess. He was upset, and lied to her about everythign... how he won a competition, etc. etc. etc...
It turns out she did not have cancer. She was shocked that he said that... I basically told him to F-off and never wanted to speak to him again. After all, he was a "compulsive liar".
Is this a trait of someone who was molested?
The more I think of this the more I think that I truly abandoned him. We were really good friends, and this may have killed him.
What do you all think here? I am just really confused, and haven't thought of this till this day.
Again, he would always take things too far.
One time we were staying in a hostel in the rockies, and he poured beer all over some Australians sleeping bag. We were talking trash about them, but I would never have done that! I was really pissed off!
I don't know. Something does not make sense here, but, the more that I think of it, the more it does... if that makes sense.
I would love to find out where he is and see what really happened.