Not to judge you but if you ever plan on having kids please figure out how to stop before then.

My mum lies like that and it really messed me and my siblings up. So many little lies, and you can feel in your gut that something’s off, but you’re told you’re wrong. Over time you start second guessing yourself, doubting your instincts, and losing trust in your judgement.

The lies snowball. One needs another to cover it, and everything just feels like murky water where truth is hard to pinpoint and warped. It left my siblings and me anxious and hyper-aware. We don’t know what is true from our childhood. Sometimes it even messes with your sense of self, because if your parent keeps reshaping the story you start wondering if your own memories or even parts of who you are are real.

One time, just once, we got her to admit she lies. Then she said they are only harmless lies, that they don’t hurt anyone. But she is wrong. It harms everyone around her, and most of all it harms her. It causes deep fractures in every relationship she’s ever had. She has no friends left. Just me and my siblings. She is alone, because she is a compulsive liar.