Truth is Stranger than Fiction...

Sooo…. Here I sit, on a Sunday evening, watching The Apprentice. I’ve had a long day at work and missed Easter Sunday services at my church. My mood is reflective (and sleepy) and inquisitive. I am wondering how to approach a particular situation. I am wondering if an approach is even necessary.

Two days ago, I had a very interesting conversation in my kitchen. This conversation shed some light, but also made scenarios and situations and little darker.

My roommate has a five-year-old daughter. I have been very aware of this fact for the last three years. This little girl lives with us and makes those in her presence aware of her existence at every opportunity. She is a bubbly, bright, sometimes mischievous little spark plug. I love her dearly.

Each April, my roommate’s now thirteen-year-old nephew comes to stay with us for a couple of weeks. He currently resides in the Czech Republic (that’s a bit of a drive)!  He is also quite bright and somewhat old for his age.

Friday morning, I noticed my roommate’s daughter referring to her cousin as “my brother”. I naively thought she was joking and corrected her. The “nephew” then corrected me by stating that my roommate is his mother, not his aunt. Hmmm…. My roommate has only mentioned that she has been married once before and that she only has one child. Come to find out, my roommate was, at one point, married to her “nephew’s” father, gave birth to her “nephew” and then divorced her “nephew’s” father. She later remarried her daughter’s father, became pregnant, and divorced for a second time.

The nephew proceeded to share with me that he lives “all over the world”. When asking him exactly what that meant, he clarified by saying that his father moves a lot for work purposes. Thinking that his father probably has a career in international trade or finance, I asked what his father does for a living. His response, “My father is a tailor.” Hmmm... I do not know any tailors who are required to move around the world in order to support themselves…

This is all very unusual to me as my roommate has always referred to her son as her “nephew”. She has never ever mentioned that she has been married twice. She only refers to her second marriage. I find even more unusual that, when asked how many children she has, she always responds, “One. I have a daughter.” The whole tailor bit is also quite interesting to me.

I am wondering whether the topic is worth mentioning or if I should let sleeping dogs lie… My overall feeling is that I am somewhat indifferent to the situation. This has always been the case. My knowing versus my not knowing the full story really has little bearing on the present circumstances. The dilemma is whether or not to believe other facts she’s relayed to me. Will she continue to be untruthful with situations that could later on harm or affect one or both of us? While I care deeply for her soul and wish the truth to be known, is it really my job to press the issue??? Should I wait on the Lord to bring the truth to light?

Many things to ponder while watching “The Donald”…