The truth hurts. And it especially hurts when you find out how long the lies have gone on for. It hurts even worse when you find out that not one single thing, not one single word out of that persons mouth was real.
The real kicker is realizing that little voice inside was right. After that, everything becomes a joke. You find it hysterical how someone can lie right to your face without faltering once. It's amazing how skilled someone can become at that. I guess you could even consider it an art-not a very good one, but an art none the less. Almost like acting, but not quite.
Anyway, once the initial shock fades, and thehumor runs dry, all you're left with is annoyance. Annoyance that you were fooled, annoyance that you didn't realize this sooner, annoyance at the fact that you even believed anything in the first place.
The good news is that even that fades. Then all you feel is pity, and you wonder how many other people were fooled. How many other people found out? How many other people has this person lost?
Eventually, this person becomes nothing but a memory that you can laugh about with friends. Just like your wild adventure in Puerto Rico, that you almost didn't make it home from.