The Child of Lies and Confusion

My wife is a liar.

She promises Ian that he can watch TV, and then she abruptly changes her story.  And this is just one outrageous act of deceit.

I had to take a phone call this evening, and she told Ian that he could watch TV while I took the call.  But then the whole story changed.  I took the call while we were out of the house - no TV to be found - and when we got home, there was no remedial TV make-up session.  Lies.

Instead, she changed her story, and said that Ian had to do his reading for school and go to bed.

Ian confronted her regarding  this pathology.  I was on the phone with her, and he told me, "Tell her to have fun having two children."

I shortened the message a bit:  "Ian says to have fun."

Not what Ian had in mind.

Of course, Amy suffers from a much deeper problem.  She tells children that they can do things more than 20 seconds before the opportunity arises.  And these indications become promises.  And when they go unfulfilled, they become broken promises.  And she becomes a true Benedict Arnold in our presence.

Of course, I'm practically a liar myself.  Although I'm really more of a schizophrenic.  I tell Ian that he should be reading.  And then suddenly, I tell him not to read any more, and to go to bed.  This is not as devious as lying, but it is certainly some form of mental illness.

I would confront Amy with her prevarication, but I'm afraid that it might come out all crazy-like.  And she could perhaps encourage me to "get some help" regarding my inability to stick with a single activity for Ian's nightly schedule, but I would just assume that she was back to her old tricks of making things up for the sheer joy of deceit.

So Ian is stuck with lying, disoriented parents.  And arbitrary bed-times.

(August 28, 2013)