thespian86

Myself, I was a master. I think the fact that my step father told me what he thought I needed to hear (even if it was not true) and that my mother would be passive yet manipulitive (in extreme doses) made me into the master of parental deception that I am today.

So whats the worst lie you've ever told your parents?

Mine would be when I knew a friend was stealing from my step father's safe (he wasn't aware that I knew) and thought i could handle the situation myself. Bad idea of course. But he never found out where the money went (but figured it was me.... even though my slate was always clean). Confronted, ended up getting his mother to take the money via ransack. It was an adventure. But telling him I knew nothing about it was horrible.

Anyone want to pipe in? Even if you want to make it "worst/biggest lie you have ever told your parents/bosses/teacher;prof/etc etc.

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Carno

Apparently I haven't told my parents any lie that was bad enough to readily remember.

The only thing that comes to mind after some thought is telling my mom I got a bloody nose from boxing with my friends when I really got it by getting into a fight with someone.

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Average_Joe

On the first trip that my wife & I took to Disney World with the kids, we invited my in-laws to come with us because they have some family in Florida, and they could help us with the kids to boot. I didn't tell my parents that we invited my in-laws because I knew that they would give us a guilt trip for not inviting them or my sister (who was at home with them), thus putting a damper on our good time. It's amazing that they never found out considering the number of people who knew. Still to this day, I don't feel guilty about the lie.

maleficent

there have been so many... I still lie to my parents and haven't lived at home since i was 17... there's just stuff that's not their business and a lie is easier... (my mother would do great as a CIA interregator... not answeing isn't a good option with her - a lie is easier)

Let's see - I was 15 or 16 and on restriction for something - probably mouthing off to my mother... I was living in Connecticut about an hour outside of NYC by train... myself and 2 friends had tickets to go see the Grateful Dead in NYC.. I must have been 15 becuase i didn't drive...

I snuck out of the house to go to the concert... HAD A BLAST... caught the last train home with my friends and was gonna get back in the house the same way I went out... The trellis that went from the garage to the roof (it was 3 stories...) half way up, I lost my balance and fell... hard....

I climbed back up again.. and managed to get to bed.. and thought I got away with it..,

I woke up the next morning, and my ankle was the size of Cleveland... I couldn't walk on it - it was black andblue and totally swollen... Umm - How do I explain this.. so I hobbled out my door, and flung myself downt he stairs.. and then screamed in pain.. mommy I broke my ankle!!!

Land speed record for swelling...

I went to the hospital had it set and the doctor couldn't figure out why it had swelled up that quickly- gee doc - I don't know... Bats eyes innocently... ( i really wasn't abad kid, never did drugs, never drank.. i was just mouthy and rebellious...

I got away with it-

A few years ago, my ankle came up in a conversation... and I started laughing and made the confession... My father was ready to kill me because I could have broken my neck - my mother was readyto ground me again...

Then there was the party I had when I was home - on restriction again - when my sister was visiting colleges withmy parents and the police showed up.. I may confess that one sooner or later

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NoSoup

Haha, wow Mal - perhaps you should have considered pretending to fall down the stairs.

My father and I had a strange relationship - I didn't really lie all that much to him. Instead, I just basically sensored the information that he was told.

Although I couldn't actually see his face, I clearly remember imagining it when he got a call at about 3:30 in the morning on a school night (I had snuck out - and believe it or not, it was the first time) when he got a call from the police.

Policeman: "Do you know where your son is?"
Father: "Uh... in his room, sleeping?"
Policeman: "Actually, he's at the corner of blank and blank street. Could you come pick him up?"

Yeah, not pretty.

We weren't out causing rucas or anything like that, we were driving back to my house after watching a movie at my friends house. Unfortunately, we got pulled over (one of the brakelights was out) and I was in violation of curfew...

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snowy

I'm going to have to call my mom and ask her what she thinks of this question.

My only thought right now is that I have lied to them saying everything was okay when it wasn't, and I should have fessed up. My parents are not the Gestapo; in fact, they are the most understanding people I know. I never HAD to lie to them.

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absorbentishe

Gosh, I wouldn't know where to start! My sister and brother helped to propegate the idea that I was the perfect child (they covered for me on too many occasions!)

My wife says I should tell them a thing or two, but no way... no can do.

But I don't think I can remember all that I lied about either.

maleficent

I didn't lie to my parents and I don't continue to lie to my parents because they are evil people... my business is my business and it doesn't concern them... (but I'd get that disappointment guilt from them if I ever said that... so lying is self preservation) My sister and brother are both spill your guts types - so the parentals can deal with them..

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Sage

oh man...

Martel moved in with me the second he transferred to UNC-A. We kept it up for.... six months and neither set of parents knew about it, because he had a dorm room at school (that he never used.) We were fine with living together, but our parents are both religious types.

Technically it wasn't lying, but omitting to tell them something- they never asked directly.

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Brewmaniac

Oh man did I ever PO my parents when I was 18 I went to Paris to visit my brother, I aranged for my gf to come for a couple of weeks. I did'nt tell them until about 2 days before she left. Whoa where they hot, but what could they do, I was thousands of miles away.

I always told my parents what they wanted to hear and did what ever the hell I wanted. Man I could write a book.

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raeanna74

I've lied to them a lot more since I've gotten married and started my own life. My mother is the master of lectures. I grew up being forced to listen to her lectures when my brother OR I did something she thought was wrong. I timed her, she actually talked non-stop, lecturing us for 3 hours straight one time.

I've lied to them about going out to a bar with hubby, about swinging (of course), and about going to movies. They do not approve of any of those things and I don't have to guts to tell them that it's my life. I was raised very religiously and while I don't reject the core doctrines I do reject the paraphanalia and rules surrounding it. But yet, there is no convincing mother that those rules are outdated and unnecessary. I've tried. No dice. So follows the lying.

Otherwise I never lied much about anything worse than what music I was listening to on my headphones. I learned to put a preaching tape into my walkman but turn on the radio as well. I could "play" the tape but the radio is what would come through.

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hiredgun

My biggest lie is my and my parents' uneasy ceasefire on discussing religion. They are strictly religious; I am agnostic. It is a years-long battle and the reason I choose the lie is because the truth would be harder on them than anything else about me ever could be. It's hard to reason with them when the life of my soul is at stake.

genuinegirly

i'm there with you, hiredgun.

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guthmund

I'm fairly honest with my mother. I'd rather tell her it's none of her business than come up with some complicated lie that I'll have to maintain.

I do lie to my father. We don't have a lot in common, so, I lie to feign interest in subjects he likes to talk about to keep the conversation going.

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kleenex

i think the worst lie i've ever told to my parents is that i'm not gay. for me, that one takes the cake but i've had other small stupid ones that blew over eventually

Zar

Like others, I'd say my biggest lie is about religion. As the years have gone on, they've gotten more and more fundamental in their religious beliefs -- a trend that is deeply disturbing to me. I, on the other hand, am an athiest. I know what would happen if I were to tell them the truth, as my sister tried that. They cried, they yelled, they cajoled. They could not accept it. They saw the soul of their daughter being damned to eternal hellfire, and did everything to stop it. They think they're doing the right thing, but mostly it's just alienated my sister from them.

I don't want to go through that, as, otherwise, my relationship with my parents is pretty great. It also helps that I live in a different city than them.

I know that some might think "Just tell them, they'll love you anyway, you're their son", but I'm not sure those people have dealt with the deeply devout, fundamental Christians. It's seriously a matter of (eternal) life or death to them.