My mom used to say little, white lies to me when I was a kid so she didn’t have to deal with my antics when I was told the truth. Like, when I asked where my puppies had gone and if they were ever coming back she retaliated with, “They’re hanging out at the neighbor’s yard from now on. Don’t ask anymore questions.” I was like, “Wait, what? Okay, guess you’re right, mom!”
Well, spoiler alert: my parents took them to the pound and pretended my neighbors took care of them instead of having to deal with my overreaction. Yes, we get it parents, some times it’s a lot easier to lie to your kids than deal with telling the truth (ahem, hypocrites, sorry not sorry) but it hurts us more when we find out that you’ve lied to us all these years.
It’s especially hard when parents could have opted for telling the truth rather than lying, since there’s always a possibility that this can come back and bite you in the a**. That sh*t always comes back to haunt you, no matter what. So, fess up and talk to your kids like they deserve to hear the truth that you have for them. They’ll thank you down the line rather than resent you.
These 23 people deal with finding out the truth from lies they were told as children:
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I always loved digging for dinosaur bones as a kid. Never found any though. Until one day I was digging around in my backyard and found some! I thought it was the coolest thing. When I was 12 or so my mom told me that my grandmother had saved dried out chicken bones and they buried them for me. Up until then I always wondered why we weren’t trying rich for my archaeological discovery.
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When I was 8 years old my mom got married and my family moved into a new house with my step-dad. He hung an oil painting in the living room with a man in a boat on a lake. A couple months later I noticed that the man and the boat were no longer in the painting. I asked my step dad about it and he said there was never a man and a sailboat. Fast forward a few more months, I noticed the painting once again had the man and the sailboat. I asked my stepdad about it and he said it always had had the sailboat. I was baffled. It wasn’t until years later that we were moving years later that I discovered my step dad had two very similar paintings: one with a sailboat and a man and one without them. A couple times a year he would switch the paintings out just to f*ck with me.
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When I was 8 years old my mom got married and my family moved into a new house with my step-dad. He hung an oil painting in the living room with a man in a boat on a lake. A couple months later I noticed that the man and the boat were no longer in the painting. I asked my step dad about it and he said there was never a man and a sailboat. Fast forward a few more months, I noticed the painting once again had the man and the sailboat. I asked my stepdad about it and he said it always had had the sailboat. I was baffled. It wasn’t until years later that we were moving years later that I discovered my step dad had two very similar paintings: one with a sailboat and a man and one without them. A couple times a year he would switch the paintings out just to f*ck with me.
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When I was younger I had two pet gerbils, Larry and Harry. Larry was quite the fat rodent, while Harry was fairly skinny. Now one morning I woke to Harry missing. I asked my mom and she said Harry had ‘passed’ during the night and that my Dad had buried him in the backyard that morning before I woke up. A few year later she told me that Larry actually ate half of Harry. That fat f*cker.
Irvi Torremoro is an Austinite by way of Las Vegas. She's worked in various outlets in food & beverage and is now focused on writing, eating all the things, talking about Beyonce, and petting all the puppies. She runs flavorandbounty.com, a lifestyle blog about people in the service industry.
