Jan 25 2009
Parental Units
One thing I managed to leave out in my last update was how my parents reacted to my relationship with Natasha. For a long time they didn’t know. Once they noticed a large love-bite on her neck the morning after she had spent the night. Luckily we had visited a friend in the area and could claim there had been a boy she fancied. I don’t know why I hid it from them. As I’ve mentioned they never gave any impression of having any problems with homosexuality, but I had heard so many horror stories that I was afraid. Eventually, years later, I admitted to them that we had gone out for a while. My dad actually laughed and congratulated me. He thought it was great that he could talk about pretty girls now with his daughter as well as his sons. My mother took it a bit harder. She actually asked me if she had taken me to church enough. We weren’t a church-going family. Occasionally, for special events, but we were more home-schooled on the religion subject. I remember my heart freezing when she asked. I wondered if she’d drag me into some church for confession, force me to stop talking to Natasha, or worse, disown me. My fears turned out to be unwarranted. She loved me just the same. As a matter of fact, my coming out to my mother helped her feel at better ease to eventually come out to us! Turns out she fancies a bit of both, herself. Dad doesn’t seem to mind that, either.
My parents were high school sweeties. She originally was dating his best friend, Jeff. Things change. My parents ended up married and had me 8 months later. I was a late baby. You do the math. To his credit, my father didn’t know Mom was pregnant when he proposed. They’re still very much happily married. They also will have loud, kinky sex on occasion that I’ve had the misfortune of hearing a few times. My computer was stationed outside their room for a while. I’m glad they’re happy and active, but I’m more glad my computer was eventually moved into my room.
I’m glad things went well with your parents. They sound like good people.
Funny thing is my mom was dating one of my dad’s friends before they got together too.
It was actually you who had the hicky, hence your parent’s concern. You said it was someone from your bus stop, and I’m pretty sure you even gave them a name, but I can’t for the life of me remember who.