I finally told both my dad and my mom that I am a habitual liar.  I told them that none of my lies were major lies or done with intent of hurting anybody, I stilled lied to everybody I have ever known or loved in one way or the other.  Mostly to boost myself up, or to try and keep people happy because I was scared of the recourse and pain that honesty would have brought to them and to myself.  Both of my parents were very understanding and forgiving.  It was a relief.  My dad took it better than my mom.  He has been in AA for forty plus years and understands the journey that I am undertaking.  My mom was understanding, but tried to rationalize everything as she always does, and then tried to give me advice on how to deal and cope with these issues.  As much as I appreciated her sentiment it was also bothersome to me.  However, I was honest with her about my feelings (a first) and after that she asked a lot of questions, which I also answered honestly.  It felt good to be open and honest, scary, but good, and I should have trusted that my parents would have been understanding and forgiving years ago.  So I will keep doing the work and hopefully keep experiencing these good moments.