When someone is desperate, they will cling to a lie with the religious fervor of a martyred saint. The lie, you see, is their rock and their foundation. Without it, they are humiliated. The lie protects their good name, their true intentions, their very value as human beings. The lie becomes essential to their integrity and they will defend it as though their life depends on it.
Take the example of a woman married to a criminal. She has been shocked and angered over and over by his criminal acts and the lies he told her to conceal them from her. It is humiliating to her that he has never acknowledged being wrong — every “crime” he ever did was for her sake — or asked for her forgiveness, even when his crimes, and the lies surrounding them, destroyed her dreams at the moment they were about to come true.
Think about this scenario for a second. If she ever said aloud what I just wrote above, how could she live with herself? She couldn’t. So… the lie! It’s not her husband, it’s her fucking brother the self-righteous, unforgiving prick who is judging and torturing her entire family, always a threat to blow the lid off decades of carefully guarded shame. He can’t keep anything secret, his mouth is an open faucet, he doesn’t care who he hurts with his pernicious moral uprightness. He self-righteously hides behind “truth” when all he wants is to hurt people and feel virtuous being a sadistic piece of shit.
How do the sister and brother retain a relationship in this hostile situation? They talk about books, movies, a little celebrity gossip, dogs, some commiserating about the political cesspool we are all bobbing in, their health. Everything else, everything personal and important, is off the table. The lie that her brother is a liar remains undisturbed.
The brother tolerates this the best he can, which often is not very well. His name is assassinated, since he is a threat to the children if he starts fucking blabbing and telling his precious “truth” to the kids. The kids must be kept away from a destructive agenda-driven fuck like that.
On the other hand, the brother must remain eternally patient, hopeful and generous. If he ever shows frustration, or, god forbid, anger, he has shown his hand, proved the case against him and that’s the ballgame, ladies and gentlemen.
And so it goes. You could say that a lie, if desperately needed, is more powerful than the truth.