The boyfriend back home

Marian
Wed, 16 Sep 2015 04:23:14 +0000

I said It would bother me if my kid lied to me or felt like they couldn’t be honest with me.

Yes, it bothers a lot of us.

But we lied to our parents, too. And our parents lied to their parents. And their parents lied to their parents…

I was one of the most straightlaced, conservative kids imaginable. If there had been a high school yearbook category “Most likely to die a virgin,” I would have been selected unanimously.

But I met a guy during the summer before college – a guy two years older than me who went to a different college than the one I would be attending. And one thing led to another. Among other things, he visited me at college one weekend when my roommate was away from campus doing some sneaking around of her own, and my parents never knew. And one weekend when his parents were out of town, we both went home for the weekend – to his parents’ house. Neither set of parents ever knew.

It’s what young people do. Even nerdy ones.

We got married two days after I graduated. We’ve been married for 39 years.