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Well, this is certainly upsetting.
Just got off the phone with Max who talked with RTT briefly on the phone on RTT’s birthday and says that RTT told him that he (RTT) did not, in fact, take the LSAT in October – which, of course, I already knew.
I mean, Robin didn’t want to take the LSAT.
Robin was adamant about not wanting to take the LSAT.
And I told Ben that. And Ben was very smug and confident of the fact that he could make Robin take it.
So Robin lied.
But it wasn’t just a lie. It was a confabulation, the creation of a parallel universe lying side-by-side with the one the rest of us inhabit. Remarkably reminiscent of the confabulations that Ben was always feeding me throughout the 17 years of our relationship and that I went for each and every time, even when my gut was telling me, He’s lying, he’s lying. Not because I believed him. Not necessarily because I wanted to believe him. But because his lies had so much verisimilitude, and because the parallel universe his lies created was just so much easier to inhabit than the one I lived in.
Kind of makes me sick to my stomach.
Robin is his father’s son.
I called him repeatedly. He finally picked up. “I knew you didn’t want to take that test, and I knew you didn’t take it,” I told him. “And I’m not going to tell your father – although you really need to. But you don’t have to avoid me over this –“
He was sweet.
Then I told him the free trip to California was off because I really didn’t want to spend $1200 on airfare just to get caught in Max/Liza crossfire.
And then he wasn’t sweet.
The kid’s really only interested in having a relationship with me if I bribe him into having a relationship with me.
I kind of knew that already, too.
He was on his way out the door to frat parties and other Syracuse U Halloween festivities. We’re supposed to really talk on Sunday except somehow, I doubt that we’re going to.
And I’m filled with this awful agitas – I guess I’m not a very good mother. Because if I was a very good mother, he wouldn’t behave like this. Would he?
Just got off the phone with Max who talked with RTT briefly on the phone on RTT’s birthday and says that RTT told him that he (RTT) did not, in fact, take the LSAT in October – which, of course, I already knew.
I mean, Robin didn’t want to take the LSAT.
Robin was adamant about not wanting to take the LSAT.
And I told Ben that. And Ben was very smug and confident of the fact that he could make Robin take it.
So Robin lied.
But it wasn’t just a lie. It was a confabulation, the creation of a parallel universe lying side-by-side with the one the rest of us inhabit. Remarkably reminiscent of the confabulations that Ben was always feeding me throughout the 17 years of our relationship and that I went for each and every time, even when my gut was telling me, He’s lying, he’s lying. Not because I believed him. Not necessarily because I wanted to believe him. But because his lies had so much verisimilitude, and because the parallel universe his lies created was just so much easier to inhabit than the one I lived in.
Kind of makes me sick to my stomach.
Robin is his father’s son.
I called him repeatedly. He finally picked up. “I knew you didn’t want to take that test, and I knew you didn’t take it,” I told him. “And I’m not going to tell your father – although you really need to. But you don’t have to avoid me over this –“
He was sweet.
Then I told him the free trip to California was off because I really didn’t want to spend $1200 on airfare just to get caught in Max/Liza crossfire.
And then he wasn’t sweet.
The kid’s really only interested in having a relationship with me if I bribe him into having a relationship with me.
I kind of knew that already, too.
He was on his way out the door to frat parties and other Syracuse U Halloween festivities. We’re supposed to really talk on Sunday except somehow, I doubt that we’re going to.
And I’m filled with this awful agitas – I guess I’m not a very good mother. Because if I was a very good mother, he wouldn’t behave like this. Would he?
