Do your kids lie to you?
Fuck yes its part of growing up and living.
maybe
Yes to my parents, my kids just make me realise how bad I was at lieing. They tell me the same thing I told my parents that I'm sure they told their parents. I'm surprised more that my parents let me get away with it.
I kind of had to. My whole life was a big web of lies to stop my narcissistic mother bringing the whole house down around us.
Of course. It should be obvious in that I'm still alive.
Boy does this raise some memories ! As a child, I spent lots of time wandering the streets, getting into mischief and generally getting home late. My Mother always had a 1 inch wide leather strap ready for all occasions, which she loved using with a frenzie which even at my age I viewed with knowing suspician. [ she was a brethren convert with a mean tight mouth ], and Being rather late on this occasion I had to fabricate a very convincing story along with the appearance of lots of excitement in order to try to evade a thrashing which always terrified me..............................................................................................................................................
There was an aerial photographic business here in Hastings NewZealand , with a monospar aircraft which I chose to use as a suitable boost to my lies. When I got home I threw open the door and with much excitement and flushed appearance [ no doubt,] I proclaimed that I had been given a ride in the monospar aircraft at the aerodrome. My mother was suitably convinced and entirely forgot about the hiding.
But my smart arse brother sneered back " you haven't been for a ride in an aeroplane.!!.......... my mother replied " of course he has," you only had to see the look on his face to know that !!!
There is a very interesting post script to this occasion, in later years I was offered a position in this company and spent over 20 years as a photographic processor, so I eventually got my ride in the aeroplane, but by this time it had been replaced by an Aero Cammander.
I was terrible as a teenager, so yeah. I probably lied more than I told the truth.
Lying was living. My siblings and I avoided the truth at all costs and sometimes still got beat. The truth will not always set you free!
Many times. I came from an abusive christian home. I lied to just avoid being physically and sexually abused. Unfortunately, it happened anyway when my lie was discovered.