First Time I Thought Lying Would Have Been Better. in Understanding Myself

I want to go back to when keeping the truth away became something I so easily do, and I think it started when I sent photos to a boy when I was like a freshman in High School.
I was working at the local zoo as a volunteer. I would paint faces, and tell fun facts about animals to kids. I loved it so much fun. I liked him, a boy who also worked there, whose brother was in charge of the whole program. (Which is why I didn’t want to go back the following summer).
It was fun. First, my mom drove me to his house, and his parents would drive us home. He came to my birthday party and even hung out with my family a few times. He didn’t get along with my family. But, he was the first boyfriend I started doing stuff with, like sending photos. When I finally broke up with him, it was just too much with the whole different schools, and I am naturally jealous, and he wasn’t outgoing enough. Just not a match. But when I ended things, he threatened to send those photos out to people.
Unknown to me, my parents had gone to his house and banged on their door. His family wouldn’t answer, but eventually, they got the photos deleted. My brother told me he beat him up, but I don’t know if that’s true. Anyways, this story was the first time I felt like something I did let my mom and dad down. So from then on, I just told people what they wanted to hear.
I started only to tell a bit, and if they got angry or heated, I would just stop; that is all there is to say. And then I’ll forget what I tell what to who, and Then I can’t even remember what ACTUALLY happened. I also already have a SHIT memory. But I need to be an adult, and to be honest; it makes me feel lighter to have everyone around me know the truth. It is tiring to pretend.