Lies My Parent Told Me May 13, 2003 - 1:08 p.m.

Home sweet home. Well, Chris' home.

Today is his birthday. He's not home yet and I have plenty of time to bake him a cake before he gets home. I just hope he has candles, otherwise it won't be very birthday-like. I made him a card. A pop-up card. Yeah, I'm a dork.

We had the dogs and cat taken care of on Friday. Everyone now has their shots and licenses. All is legal again. Except for Oreo. We're going to hold that off as long as possible. Hopefully we won't have to wait too long.

My mom finally admitted that the last payment she made to the bank was back in January, and that only covered what she owed from November and December. One lawyer sent her a letter recently and in it it said something like 'Public records show that a bank has filed foreclosure on your property'. So I guess back in February, when she said it was 'taken care of', it wasn't taken care of in the fucking slightest. It was yet another lie. But this weekend she talked to a few people that she knows who have dealt with this kind of thing before, as well as a few lawyers. She went to Legal Aid and was able to get free legal advice and help from them. Shortly after she went there, she made a full month's payment to the bank. I actually saw the receipt. So I know for sure that she did this time. Now if we can just get caught up and then maintain the payments, I won't have to kill her.

For someone who claimed to be working so very much, how is it that she's gotten so far behind? I know she hasn't spent her money on anything frivolous. The only bills she's had to even consider were electric, phone, insurance, and the house. She says she's worked nonstop for the past six months... yet she's five months behind on her mortgage. She would only have to work three days a week (and that's at a shitty paying job) in order to earn enough money to pay the monthly bills. I'm spotting a plot hole here. Could someone be lying... yet again? I always thought she was lying about working anyhow, but her current financial state only proves my point.

Oh, another lie she likes to tell: She's been telling people that she's a widow. Anytime anyone asks something like 'Are you married' her response has been 'No. I'm a widow'. Unless I'm around, of course. I'll call her on it, I don't care how embarassed she might get. And she knows it. But I've talked to people we work with and during the conversation family usually comes up. When I mention my dad the first question that follows is 'Did your Mom marry after him?'. Nope. And that's when they enlighten me on her 'widow' story. Why she even feels like she has to lie is way beyond me.

I'm at the point where I just don't want to deal with her. Not being able to trust a single thing she says. Confronting her on full on, no doubt lies, then having her break down and cry, completely playing the martyr and denying everything, even though you've caught her red handed. I just can't handle being around that all the time. Hell, I don't want to be around it for a short amount of time. The thing I hate most in the world is being around liars.

So I guess I've died and gone to hell. The person I'm obligated to spend time with carries this highly despised and hated trait.

Great. I'm doomed.

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