I think the part that drives me most insane is that even when caught in a lie, Oldest continues to lie. For a long time I found myself wanting to prove she was lying, only to find out when I did, it didn't make any difference.. it was like *I* was the crazy one.
I finally gave up. I was wasting precious energy trying to trap her in lies. The only person getting upset was ME, since she refused to acknowledge the truth even existed. Now I just nod and smile. Let most of them go in one ear and out the other.
I sometimes wonder if it all started with her dad. We split up when Oldest was 7. There was one final night of violence, him grabbing me and throwing me around, breaking down doors when I called 911, pulling the phone out of the wall, etc etc. A few weeks later, when she told him how scared she was that night, he told her it didn't happen. She was wrong. No such thing ever occurred.
Ahh well.
I finally gave up. I was wasting precious energy trying to trap her in lies. The only person getting upset was ME, since she refused to acknowledge the truth even existed. Now I just nod and smile. Let most of them go in one ear and out the other.
I sometimes wonder if it all started with her dad. We split up when Oldest was 7. There was one final night of violence, him grabbing me and throwing me around, breaking down doors when I called 911, pulling the phone out of the wall, etc etc. A few weeks later, when she told him how scared she was that night, he told her it didn't happen. She was wrong. No such thing ever occurred.
Ahh well.