So his dad seems to like me. For the oh… hour he has been in my presence. He and Puppy spent the day in the RV working on a door apparently. *sigh*
I spent the day inside with his step-cousin who is maid of honor for the wedding happening this weekend. I don’t like her much. She is a total fucking hypocrite. And someone who starts telling me how I should behave and treat people when they met me oh… two hours before… rapidly hits my shit list. Bitch.
I read The Magician’s Nephew today. I still like it. I think the rest of the series is going to go really fast.
I joined the mile high club on the flight over. I can’t believe he talked me into that. I wanted to die from embarassment.
It’s hot and sticky, as it is wont to be in Virginia. May I come home yet? Tomorrow will be spent with his mother. I think that will go better. Frankly, she wasn’t raised upper middle class so I bet I will feel more comfortable with her.
The chicks in this house are stupid. As in, I think they all have low IQ’s. Their inane chatter has zero substance or motivation behind it and I find myself just sitting there quietly counting the minutes until I can escape.
When I am overtired, which I am, I am more sensitive and irritable. This is significantly annoying when I almost get five hours of sleep then wake up with no sign of getting back to sleep.
And the icing on the cake? His step-sister is staying here right now as well and she has the guest room with the queen bed. We are in his brothers’ bedroom sleeping in two twins. I am actually rather pissed off about it. I think that is judgmental bullshit and I want to scream.
Two twins?!
Ouch! That’s crazy. So umm, maybe you should have wild monkey sex on the floor. Tell puppy you want him to fuck your brains out as quietly as possible, and then lose control during orgasm.
okay, the image was nice at least.
Hang in there cutie.
I told him that if our sex life dwindles on this trip I will never happily return.
For some reason he got in the mood really damn fast.
I find it so amusing and interesting to contrast my response that came naturally and quickly, to others here. My lack of family really changes the way I see things. I’ve contemplated this in the past at work, in environments where there was some kind of “elder” I was supposed to put up with even when they were being judgemental or were wrong. I have to work REALLY hard to contain my reactions and go with the flow – but other people who have come from family structures where there are expectations and such can let differences roll off of them more easily.
just things that make you go “hmmm….”
I am now spending a bunch of thought on the same process. I almost feel annoyed that I have the lack of background, but on the other hand… why should I feel wrong?
wow, they are letting you sleep in the same room?
My parents didn’t allow that between me and any of my boyfriends until the fiance… and that includes the guy I was living with for 3 years.
Same here. My parents aren’t even happy with us staying in the same house. B’s parents will let him stay the night, offered to let me stay the night when I was last down there visiting by myself, but when we go together, we get a hotel, because his father asked us to. *shrug*
I guess it’s startling if it’s unexpected, but not all that surprising in the grand scheme of things.
Also, I’m surprised at the staying in the same room part….it’s not like a twin bed can’t accommodate sex, it’s just certain positions and the sleeping/cuddling parts that are hampered by the lack of room.
I think it is absolutely pedantic and retarded. We live together. Placing moral judgments on our relationship at this point is none of their business.
When you’re bringing that relationship into their house, it becomes their business. I can recall people in our church being publicly censured for allowing their son to bring his girlfriend to stay with him in their house and giving them the same room. Now, these were extended visits, repeated often, but our choir director nearly lost her position over that, because she was held ultimately responsible by the community as head of the house (her husband had died) for what she allowed to happen in her house.
Which is to say, I don’t agree with their position wrt your relationship, but I can see that they might be making a compromise between their beliefs, the judgment of their community, their desire to not estrange their son and his new girlfriend, and your right to live as you wish.
Heh, I went from general case to specific case in the same paragraph. But I thought I’d at least add — there was more than one case when public censure was directed from the pulpit for people in similar situations.
Two points: they are Unitarian. So they don’t get a whole lot of censure from the church.
Second, I didn’t want to come to their house I am doing it because they want me here.
Hmmm, well, even without the public censure bit, this could still be their best compromise between how they feel Puppy should be living and their love of him and desire to see him.
And all this understanding didnt’ keep me from feeling hurt and judged when B’s parents requested we get the hotel instead of staying with them.
If they didn’t put us in the same room I would call people I know in DC and not be here the rest of the trip. Period. I would not even go to the wedding we flew out here for and I would rebook my plane ticket.
I think the twin beds thing would annoy me more than being put in separate rooms. Because for me, it’s not about the sex — the sex is great, don’t get me wrong–but it’s about the sharing a bed together, the cuddling, the closeness and intimacy that it brings. Of course, I’ve still not spent a night not in a bed with him, so I can only speculate, but I think it would be horribly sad to wake up without having his leg thrown over some part of me. And a twin bed just takes all the comfort out of that situation.
I understand what you are experiencing
Husband is from SW PA. The climate, social and cultural, are pretty similar to Virginia.
-Hot and humid weather: Check. It sucks.
-Anxiety and annoyances of meeting vapid relatives: Check. Thankfully the my BiL is divorcing the WalTart.
-Tired and cranky from travel, unusual environment where one has to play “nice” and perceived judgments: Check
-Burying self in a book to find some escape from above: Check
(hug)
Re: I understand what you are experiencing
Thankfully the my BiL is divorcing the WalTart.
*wipes away tears of laughter*
I must now steal WalTart for appropriate usage elsewhere. Brilliant, I tell you, just brilliant!
Re: I understand what you are experiencing
And his mom! Oh, that’s going to be a fun post.
I am impressed about the mile high club thing.
Part of me is saying I shouldn’t be, but as I understand it it can be tricky to get away with it, given the size of the quarters involved and the vigilance of other passengers and flight attendants.
But yeah, awesome.
Red eye flight. Most of the passengers were asleep. 😀 It wasn’t easy, but it was fun!
I sympathize on the twin bed frustration… when Nick and I went to Europe last spring, we kept ending up with rooms that had two twin beds pushed together, but with a large crack between them. I wouldn’t have minded so much except I hadn’t seen him in a month!. Luckily he’s skinny.
I found it to be common in Europe too, and it didn’t bother me there.
You could push the beds together! Lol. Or just sleep in one. Leave one all messy and the other pristine.
I have no idea what is happening with sleeping arrangments tonight. If we are in that room the beds are being pushed together.