The lies I tell
I lie to everyone. Whenever my family comes up, I tell them made up stories that would make my family seem normal when in reality, my family is a disaster.
I can't remember my dad since he disappeared when I was 8 or 9, my brother is in jail for a number of charges, half of my extended family is a bunch of alcoholics, and my mother is mentally ill with bipolar disorder combined with alcoholism. She refused to get help and she refused the diagnosis of being bipolar so she goes untreated. I finally had enough a few years ago, so I went to stay with her old boyfriend and lived there since. The worst part is that my mother still has custody of my little sister and I know that she will cause my little sister a lot of psychological damage but I can't do anything about it and no one else in my extended family will. None of my friends know about any of this and I let them believe that my life is normal.
I feel bad for lying to my friends but I can't imagine them knowing the truth, and worst off is when I date a girl. I feel that I have no choice but to lie because I don't want their pity, I don't want them to see me in a different light, and I don't want them to be scared off.