Fear and Loathing in San Antonio
So by the way, anyone who has ever seen "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas" will realize how F@%!#$ up that movie is.
Anyway, I'll admit it. For the first time ever, I will openly and publicly admit in writing that I am terrified of telling my parents that my fiance has a child. My mother likes Robert. My father is not so sure. My brother and sister-in-law like him fine. My grandmother would have loved him. His sisters and brothers-in-law, nieces, nephew, and son, like me fine. My pastor, who will be performing our marriage and who knows all the intimate details of both our pasts, tells us he feels our hearts and heads are in the right place and that we should be married. It's just that my parents are so abominably traditional that I fear I will be bursting their figurative balloon by telling them and they will disown me and not bless my marriage.
We both wanted to tell them a long time ago. But if you have ever met my parents, (which I know you haven't) you would understand completely. Even my best friend, a guy, who my parents love, completely sympathizes with me.
We've already decided that Robert will go over alone and talk to my mother, but when, and how are details that have still been left out.
I was told once that by putting down your fears on paper (or cyber-paper) that they become tangible somehow and more able to be managed. We will see. I wrote this for me, but if you have helpful comments, please help.
It's times like this I wish Robert had his mother I could talk to, or even a father who was more interested in his life.
Anyway, I'll admit it. For the first time ever, I will openly and publicly admit in writing that I am terrified of telling my parents that my fiance has a child. My mother likes Robert. My father is not so sure. My brother and sister-in-law like him fine. My grandmother would have loved him. His sisters and brothers-in-law, nieces, nephew, and son, like me fine. My pastor, who will be performing our marriage and who knows all the intimate details of both our pasts, tells us he feels our hearts and heads are in the right place and that we should be married. It's just that my parents are so abominably traditional that I fear I will be bursting their figurative balloon by telling them and they will disown me and not bless my marriage.
We both wanted to tell them a long time ago. But if you have ever met my parents, (which I know you haven't) you would understand completely. Even my best friend, a guy, who my parents love, completely sympathizes with me.
We've already decided that Robert will go over alone and talk to my mother, but when, and how are details that have still been left out.
I was told once that by putting down your fears on paper (or cyber-paper) that they become tangible somehow and more able to be managed. We will see. I wrote this for me, but if you have helpful comments, please help.
It's times like this I wish Robert had his mother I could talk to, or even a father who was more interested in his life.