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I Lied That I Was Talking To My Best Friend But My Mother Wasn't Fooled

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So, this is what happened last night. Firstly, let me give you a background so that everything doesn't appear confusing. I am 17 years old and I am studying in class 12th. I am what people may label as 'fat'. There are times when I feel inferior, looking at the skinny girls with everything flawless about them but as such, I am not under-confident. I take part in school activities and I am an active member of the public speaking club. 

I am not physically attractive and there is another problem with me - my face. It has this weird poker face kind of appeal, so people generally feel that I never smile, and I am glaring at them always, now this is obviously not true but that is how my face is. Another very important thing which I need to mention before starting with narrating the incident, is that I don't speak to boys.

I mean, it's not that I don't speak to them at all, but I don't have many guy friends. I keep a distance with them and it's not because I am conservative or anything, it's just that I don't know how to talk to the opposite sex and I mainly hold my father responsible for this (but that is another story). Yes, and one thing that I didn't mention was that my mother is really conservative, although she is understanding, and I love her a lot, she is of the opinion that one should not get really close to boys and all that.

I never had a problem with her thinking because I never had male friends but my elder sister who only has male friends had to face a lot of interrogation.

Anyway, so the story starts like this: One day on Facebook, I got a message from an unknown guy who was surprisingly handsome. In the beginning, it was all normal. We spoke like friends but after a few days, he proposed. I didn't say yes, and we stopped talking. Now after a few days, I suddenly decided to message him (though I still didn't have any feelings) and we started talking again and this time we shared our phone numbers. Obviously, I couldn't speak to him inside the house because of my family so I would speak to him in the evenings when I went for a walk. This continued for a week. What I didn't know was that my mother had started developing doubts as to who I was speaking to for so long. So what happened last night was that I was speaking to him and suddenly my mom came and said to me, “Who are you speaking to?” And my obvious reaction was saying that I was speaking to my best friend (let her name be X). Then my mom said, “OK give me the phone, I will speak to her.” At this, I felt I experienced a mini heart attack. Yes, I know the feeling. By this time, I had cut the call.

When I was walking back towards the house, my mom said to me in such a serious tone that it could freeze the Sahara desert, “You were not talking to X.” After this, I realized that there was no point in lying, so I admitted the truth, “No I was not.”

But the other problem was that I couldn't tell her that I was speaking to a guy I met on Facebook. I don't even want to imagine what her reaction would be, so I lied (feeling so guilty) and said that I was talking to a guy from my coaching class. I made up a story that we both like each other although we are not in a relationship yet, and we were just talking. After this, followed an hour-long conversation which involved me crying and mom lecturing me about how I need to focus on my career, that boys are only distractions, and I should never lie to her, I should tell her everything, how it was God who wanted her to come to know about all this and that is why He planned everything, and so on. I cried for an hour and said sorry hundreds of times.

She eventually said that it was okay and she believed me. She made me promise that I would never do anything like that again. This morning, everything was normal, mom was talking to me in her usual manner, not at all weirdly or angrily.

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