5 People Share The WORST Lie They Told Their Parents

We're pretty certain that most people who regularly interact with their parents have lied to them at some point in their lives — and if they say they haven't, we're going to assume they're lying.

These lies aren't always big. Often, they're as simple as, "Yes, I did my homework" or "Of course there will be parents at the party." And since most of our lying-to-parents moments took place during our less-than-levelheaded teenage years, many of these fibs were eventually busted.

But what about the juicier lies we told? Those often make for the best stories, even (especially?) if our parents never discovered the truth. So we decided to ask R29 staffers and readers about the worst lies they told their unsuspecting parents. We weren't surprised to find plenty of confessions about secret parties, romance-fueled drama, and summers spent secretly slacking off. Read on for five of our favorites.
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"I was an RA at my college dorm when I was 19, but I only lasted halfway through the semester. I told my parents that I quit because I was too stressed and overwhelmed to keep handling the responsibility of being an RA, but I really had gotten fired for getting caught smoking weed in my boyfriend's dorm room in the same building. Oops. My parents believed me, and they haven't found out — it was probably the waterworks that made them believe me. I'm really close with my parents outside of this scenario, so it still kind of bothers me that I lied to them." — Amanda, 22, New York
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"When I first started going to parties in high school, my parents gave me a stern talking-to about watching out for people using drugs and not to get peer pressured. They would always give me 21 questions every time I went out, so one day, to get them off my back, I went to my friend's house and told them there was a party. Then I called them an hour later and told them to pick me up. They asked why I was getting picked up so early, and I said, 'They started talking about smoking marijuana, and I got uncomfortable.' I was never bothered after that. It was the most manipulative thing I've ever done, and I don't feel too good about it, but it worked really well." — Daniel, 23, New Jersey
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"I'm a pretty introverted person. I like to spend my Friday nights curled up in bed with British detective shows or hanging out at a friend's house. In high school, my mom was borderline obsessed with getting me out of the house for a 'more active social life.' I went to a big city high school, so homecoming and formals weren't really a thing, and despite being a cheerleader, I wasn't a big fan of parties. But my mom wouldn't stop pushing me to go out more — I never had a curfew, and the minute I mentioned a male friend, she would get very excited. When I did have a friend's birthday party to go to, she just said, 'Have fun and remember that vodka's not like champagne!' One day, to get her off my back, I told her I was going to a party with some girlfriends on a Friday night. In fact, all we did was go to a movie and then have pizza at her house. Badass, I know, but my mom was so happy she basically pushed me out the door, and she left me alone for months afterwards." — Alexia, 18, New York City
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"After high school, I did a short study abroad program in Spain. They had an extremely strict attendance policy (something like missing three classes over the summer means you don't 'graduate'), but I wasn't actually doing it for college credit, so I didn't need to graduate. I partied, as one does on study abroad, and had a few rough mornings (or spur-of-the moment jaunts to other cities) that necessitated missing class. In the end, I received a diploma-looking piece of paper that said, in Spanish, that due to absenteeism, I would not officially graduate the course. My mom found it in my suitcase while helping me unpack and said, beaming, 'Ooh is this your diploma from the program? We are so proud of you.' I didn't have the heart to tell her what it really said — and I still haven't.

"I did come home practically fluent in Spanish, so why would they doubt I had succeeded in the program? I wouldn't mess around with a great opportunity like that again, though — I mean, I don't regret the good times I had in Spain, but I could have planned better (or hydrated better) so I didn't have to miss class in the first place. In the end, I placed out of a lot of Spanish classes once I arrived at college, so it's like I got credit for the program anyway. Now, the only purpose the lie serves is protecting my parents from thinking about what I was really doing that summer all those years ago, and protecting me from telling them that I'm a big lying liar." — Christine, 33, Philadelphia.
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"One time, I told my parents I was going to my friend's house to sleep over with a couple other girls. We ended up going to a party in the next town over, and I volunteered to drive my girlfriends. I called my parents and told them I was safely at my friend's house, while I was actually driving to the party. My parents totally believed me, but then, on my way back from the party, I got pulled over for speeding! I got a ticket for going 47 in a 30. (In my defense, I was going down a hill!) I had to confess to my parents the next day. They were not happy that I lied about where I was AND got in trouble with the police. I was grounded until my court appearance, for about two months, and I had to get a job to pay for the fine." — Caitie, 24, Webster, NY

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