My grandmother, to this day, thinks I’m a Baptist/Christian. Because I’ve lied to her. I’ve been agnostic, or atheist, for the last 25 years…
I even say prayers, for her sometimes. That’s not a lie, although I know I’m talking to the air. If she asks me to pray for something, I will. It is probably condescending, if there is a God. But I do pray, when she asks.
I know she’s been through a lot. And her faith, has helped keep her alive. I am damn sure, not going to fuck that up.
And so. I have lied to her, about faith, for decades. She seems happy with that. I know she would be upset, if she thought I was an atheist.
It’s a fine example of a lie, being a good thing.