September 7th, 2006and so it begins
My parents flew into town a couple of days ago, and after I picked them up at the airport, we went to dinner (at Great Bay… so very, very good).
The Porkchop has been sick (and working) so I left him at home.
The night did not go well.
A sample:
“You’re the rebound.” (Said when questions were raised about his previous very long term relationship.)
“Why does he love you?” (My mom’s one foible, which sounded so off when she asked it, even my dad looked at her askance.)
“Is he a Christian?” (Answer: no, don’t want one, thanks. Response: loud huff)
“Does he realize cheating is genetic in our family?” (Nice, hmm?)
“We don’t approve of you moving in together. And just so you know, it will be the biggest regret of your life.”
So anywho, dinner was a P-A-R-T-Y.
My mom and I went out last night and she spent most of the time trying to explain that my dad doesn’t mean to be an asshat, it’s just that he loves me so much that he doesn’t want me to make a mistake.
Oddly enough, his snide comments at dinner didn’t really come across as love… but that’s just me.
Anywho, the Porkchop is still sick, so we’re home tonight.
Tomorrow’s the big meeting.
Should be a riot.
I somehow get the feeling that if my bf and I were to move in together, that would basically be his conversation with his parents. Maybe not the cheating part, but the general drift of the conversation…..
Comment by Jen — September 8, 2006 @ 8:22 am