After I had kicked him out, my ex showed up at my doorstep one day with a bag in hand. Inside were a dozen eggs and a half-pound of bologna. I took it without much thought, just to get him to leave. It seemed like a small, odd gesture, but I didn’t think much of it.
Later that same day, I met a mutual friend who told me, “I saw Alex today, and he was bragging about how he’d stocked your fridge from top to bottom.” I couldn’t help but laugh. What was actually a modest offering had been turned into a grand tale of generosity in his mind. It was a funny reminder of how some people love to stretch the truth to make themselves look better, even when the reality is far less impressive.
