I have been a bullsh***er most of my life. I was always an overachiever as a child and could have done anything. I have an amazing network of friends and school has always come very easily to me. During my second year of college, my grandfather died and it sent me into a spin. I dropped out of school and..... the lies began. Long story short, I have created a very grand persona that is, I am ashamed to say, 90% false. I did go back and finish school but the B.S. I got at 27 wasn't good enough... so I told people it was a Masters. I got a job as a Social Worker but that wasn't good enough either... so I told people I was so much more. A simple road trip I took with a friend from Florida to Tennessee became six months of living as a musician out of my car. I could fill a book with the lies, exaggerations, and inflated self. I found that the only thing that filled that void of failure more than the lies... was when women were so impressed with me that they "came home with me." This let to YEARS of more women than I can remember, let alone count. And the worst part of it... I was proud of the numbers. Fast forward to years later, I have moved to Korea to teach and in hopes of finding a fresh start. A place where there ZERO chance of running into someone that knew "Jason the liar." Not because I had been outed, I was far too good at it, but because I desperately wanted it to stop. And, it did... for about three months. I found myself running the exact same stories as before. I then met a woman and very quickly thereafter she found she was pregnant. We decided to really try and make it work. And I was dedicated. But the lies were still there. And, even worse, when she wasn't around me... I would stray. Fast forward again to last week. My wife is in Canada visiting family with our son. And I crumble. I cheat. I lie. I then get caught. Which is the greatest thing that could have ever happened to me. I can FINALLY purge, right? No. The lies are so deep that I can't even bring them out when I try. Because I don't even know where the truth ends and the "story" begins. I have been taking inventory and am learning that mother is not just compulsive... but it is a pathology and I have been raised in a cloud of lies. Stories of my childhood, that I leaned on as truth, are coming to be found as lies as well. I want this to STOP. I don't want my young son to look at his father and see a liar. I want to be the man I want my son to be. I have been making strides over the past week... I have miles and miles to go. I hate myself for the pain I've brought upon my biggest support... my wife. Please, if anyone has any advice for a compulsive liar who wants desperately to change, I would be forever grateful.