I got my mom with that once as a kid. She brought me some dinner, I looked at it, sifted it around a bit, then asked “Where’s the rest?” I was just screwing with her, but it turns out she had actually split part of it off to give to my half-sister, who had already eaten but wanted part of mine anyway (Which she ended up throwing away) and my mom gave it to her, so she thought I had actually figured that out and so she just admitted everything.
That touches on a particularly nefarious part of guilt and why I tend to avoid it by being honest, because there always is that knowledge in the back of your mind and the consideration on whether you should come clean. I hate that feeling and it keeps my tendencies to take the easy route by being dishonest in check.
I got my mom with that once as a kid. She brought me some dinner, I looked at it, sifted it around a bit, then asked “Where’s the rest?” I was just screwing with her, but it turns out she had actually split part of it off to give to my half-sister, who had already eaten but wanted part of mine anyway (Which she ended up throwing away) and my mom gave it to her, so she thought I had actually figured that out and so she just admitted everything.
That touches on a particularly nefarious part of guilt and why I tend to avoid it by being honest, because there always is that knowledge in the back of your mind and the consideration on whether you should come clean. I hate that feeling and it keeps my tendencies to take the easy route by being dishonest in check.