My N parents (I believe) routinely lie and cheat "the system" (taxes, stores, etc). It didn't really bother me until recently when I invited them both to a counseling session. I am 33 years old and naively and perhaps heroically thought we could "fix" our longstanding family problems.. all we needed was a little communication and a professional (counselor) to mediate things (suggested by my sister in law). This session occured before I was consiously aware that either one or both of them is likely narcissitic and counseling is unlikely to "fix" their problems.
I was astonished that my parents did not remember past events as I did. Here's what happened: A brother and sister (31 and 29) were also present, along with a counselor in this session, where I got to tell them why I stopped talking to them for almost 2 years, several years back. It's seemed so obvious, I wasn't sure why it needed telling, but I very carefully and painstakingly said, like it was just a fact, as plain as the nose on my face, which it was to me: "I stopped talking to you because you came over to my house one night and picked a fight with me. You said everything I did was wrong, and you complained that my wedding was all for my [ex's] parents. I got really mad because I thought it very disrespectful to come over to my house and drop a bomb like that when I was expecting something friendly, and I asked you to leave and on the way out the door, Mom grabbed me by the hair--like I was a little kid (again) and she swung me around. I thought this was nuts! You were verbally and physically abusive to me."
My Dad proceeded to get very angry (and rage) because I did mix up some facts in my storytelling (the actual intent of coming over wasn't to tell me my marriage was all for my ex's family, that was a later conversation--it was about changing the date of my wedding to accomodate my sister). The counselor interrupted my Dad and tried to tell him--what's important, is not the actual truth of what happend, but her perception of the past event. He raged some more and said "NO. That is a FACT, what I'm telling you." I apologized and said, maybe you're right, but the whole point is the way I felt--here's what I felt...my Dad completely dismissed my feelings and went on to tell me what really happened. Some of it was correct (and I was able to remember as he was telling me), but when he got the part where my Mom grabbed me on her way out the door. He said--and then--and his tone of voice changed significantly, like you could tell he was lying, as it was harder to speak and he spoke much faster-- "I think you pushed Mom first, or something. And (hurriedly) then (pause where he forgets to mention the rest) and we left."
At first I was stunned, I didn't know what to say. I combed my memory, was it true? Did I assault my Mom? It's possible I did, but why I don't remember? I was reeling from this thought when my Dad switched the topic smoothly and expertly to my behavior (which he made it lougly known that he disapproved of) as a teenager some 15 years earlier! He also pointed to both my brother and sister who were present and stated matter of factly "they were the good kids-- her and her brother were the bad ones" to the counselor, matter of factly, as if explaining some irretractable fact. I was stunned and didn't know how to respond until almost a day later. The conversation moved on, and soon the session ended and I walked out the door in utter disbelief. My parents tried to hug me and I didn't reciprocate it. One of them said "Oh, so you're not going to give me a hug?" I was in shock, I think. It was amazing to me how smoothly one of them (my Mother) didn't remember this Major Life Event in my life ever happening (her pulling my hair and essentially assaulting me) and my Dad then lying to everyone, that I had pushed Mom. I wondered what my siblings thought. I wondered who they believed. The next day I sent out an email explaining I didn't push Mom "I didn't think" and admitting some of the points my Dad had made were correct. I still don't know if anyone present believes my version.