Why did he feel the need to lie?

[Wings Of Love]

I guess this is more about venting than getting answers, because I know that no one can answer for him. I just don't understand why my ex felt the need to lie about things to his family. I'll explain, though it might get lengthy.

 

The day that things went wrong was a Thursday. Throughout our whole relationship, we arranged to spend every Thursday night together. So I was getting ready to go and stay at his house when I got the message saying "Sorry babe, I don't feel up to a sleepover tonight". I asked why, and he ignored me. I called him a few times, he wouldn't pick up. Eventually he messaged again saying I'd scared him off and he didn't know what to do. I was in absolute shock, we'd just celebrated our year anniversary and everything had been fine between us. He agreed to come and see me though, and after cuddling me for ages and letting me apologise for whatever it was that I had done, he told me he wasn't in love with me any more. We were out walking together at this point and my first reaction was to get up and walk away from him. He followed me.

 

He agreed to come back to my house with me to talk properly. One thing led to another and we made love. Then we fell asleep in each other's arms. When we woke up, we cuddled and cried and he kept apologising. In the end he asked me to spend the night at his place anyway, to see if his mind had changed in the morning. I agreed, so we went back to his. There was no sex that night, but we spent the whole night clinging to each other. He kissed me goodnight and said he loved me. He muttered the same thing several times in his sleep too. The next morning everything seemed normal. We ate breakfast, we cuddled some more, had a play fight and just enjoyed each other's company. But I had to know, so I asked if anything had changed. He said he didn't think so. Then he went for a shower. I quickly got dressed, packed up my things and sent him a text saying I was leaving. When I got to the front door, he came running down the stairs in just a towel, tried to stop me. I shoved past him and walked out. But he followed me down the street, still in the towel and begged me to come back inside. Eventually I agreed. Both his mum and his sister saw this and realised what had happened. His mum hugged me and said that she had so hoped I would be the one for him. We went back to his room and he got dressed. I ignored him the entire time.

 

He wanted to walk me home, so I allowed him to. I didn't say a word to him for 20 minutes of that walk, but he kept trying to hold my hand. We stopped at a field near my home and sat there for a while, both in tears. He clung to my hand the rest of the way back, squeezing and stroking it. When we reached my house, he kissed me and said he loved me. We agreed to meet a few days later, and then he was gone.

 

I won't go into the rest, but I recently went NC. But I've heard that he has made up stupid lies about what happened. He told his family that I had tried to commit suicide. We live near a very high bridge and he told them I had tried to jump from it. I'm terrified of heights, and wouldn't kill myself over something like this anyway! I actually got to confront him about that, and he claimed his family had misunderstood him but he was sorry anyway. He has also said that I invited myself to stay the night at his and he didn't want me there at all, so he kicked me out the following morning. It's absolutely ridiculous, I even have his mum and sister as witnesses. I don't know why he feels the need to lie, because the things he said don't shine a very good light on him.

 

I guess I just don't understand why these people who once loved us and wanted to spend their lives with us, can suddenly turn on us and become horrible people. The lies are pointless, so why make things up?