I used to hate lying. I would tell the truth over and over again. I would watch the reaction of the struggle with my Mums mind trying to work out what I was saying. Then I told the first lie. Followed by another. I watched my mums face and realised that she did not know it was a lie, which is the main point. I have told the truth on days when I get tired of going over and over the same questions, and watch the struggle again. I walk away, have a silent scream in the kitchen, and go back smiling. My Mum still has the ability to pick up on my moods so I am extremely careful to appear to be happy (very hard at times) which in turn makes her happy. So although I hate the lies, it has to be done, and Im learning the best way to say them and not feel guilty.