I have been watching the news coverage of the toddler in Florida who is missing and the interviews with the mother who was the last person seen with the girl. It seems obvious that the mother is a compulsive liar and many of her stories have been revealed as being total fabrications. Some of the lies are insignificant in the investigation of the daughter, but some are absolutely necessary for finding out what happened to the child. Most commentators have gotten to the point that everything that comes out of the mother (suspect} is assumed to be a lie including her assertion that a babysitter kidnapped the child.
I watch the mother's parents (grandparents of the child) try to hold on to the hope that their daughter isn't a pathological liar and that there may be hope that their granddaughter is still alive. It is truly tragic.
Most disturbing to me, though, is that I hear my own daughter's mannerisms and speech patterns when the girl in Florida is talking about what happened to her little daughter, and what she has been doing for the last month that the girl has been missing. My daughter has not murdered her children, of course, but I hear the same types of lies. Lies of convenience and lies to help her out of a situation that she should have never gotten herself in.
It breaks my heart that my own daughter has alienated her parents, siblings, friends, and now her own children because of her inability to tell the truth.
I don't understand it; and I wish so much that I did and that she would realize before it is too late what she is doing to herself and those who love her.