I was thinking about the liars that have no conflict in it. My mother. I used to think she altered her perception of reality but now I don’t know. If I add up all the stories, how they supported her motives, manipulated people to think how hard she by she is, all of it. She didn’t like one of my siblings and said some of the cruellest things about. These things aren’t true if babies or small children. I should have known she said awful things about me, lies. If I ever wondered about something that didn’t add up she attacked me or created bigger stories, so talented in deflecting all responsibility, twisting and turning. Or rubbishing me so I was in disbelief she could say such things or think them when they were so untrue.

Hmm. Liars.