So how does that go for you when you tell her the truth?[/QUOTE
it really doesn't go very well..she'll say how ridiculous i was for buying a bag that price...saying that for that amount i can feed hundreds of mouth from it..i can understand how she feels though..our country was poor and some people find it hard to get by and here i am trotting a lv sistina or a
gucci icon bit or whatever. but i tell her after her rant that hubby is ok with it because i deserve it and we always made sure that we are saving more than we are spending..we live far away from home (philippines) and only come during summer..even if she doesn't understand it it's okay that is not my problem anymore..it's not like i'm spending her own money anyway..i still love her nonetheless...
My mom was a depression baby. Her ethic was" a bargain was good under any circumstances." At MacDonalds, her idea of a splurge was a small hamburger and a glass of water.
I realized in my 30s that she was just incapable of understanding a different point of view on money. It was a waste to talk about it. Our life together was so much better after I stopped telling her the truth about how much anything cost.
In general I am pathologically truthful with everyone. I generally don't do the type of insignificant lies that are social lubricants. Yet it just worked so much better to under report by 2/3s to her. It was a choice I made to make our time together focused on something pleasant and meaningful rather than unpleasant.
Telling the truth presumes the other person is capable of respecting your choices and that there is something of value to be gained by examining your differences.
My mother passed away 2 years ago. I am glad my mother was the way she was and I am the way I am. When she passed away, all that money she saved on bargains she left to me and it funds my retirement. My memories of her are pleasant after the point that I accepted her limitations.
Just consider this another viewpoint on lying that comes from a pathologically honest person.