Jan 24, 2007 20:37
Well, dad finally grew the gonads to ask me whom John officially is. He'd been bugging my sisters for weeks trying to get it from them.
"Who's that guy that keeps picking you up?"
"Come on, you know who he is dad.."
"No I don't."
"Yes...you do. You've asked Siobhan, Leander...you know."
"Is he a boyfriend?"
"Hell yeah he's my boyfriend." Dad sorta looked at me funny...sucked his teeth (not a reaction you ever hope from my dad).
"How old is he?"
"Thirty-one."
"What? Thirty one?! No no, I don't like that..."
"Well he's not getting any younger. He's an amazing guy and treats me very well."
I don't remember all that was said...but of course he wasn't happy. Dad just had to question something when I said that I know him...saying that "How do you know him? You've only known him for a couple of months."
And you know...it's upsetting when your family just can't be happy for the fact that you're happy. It's always got to turn into something negative. "What does a thirty-one year old see in an eighteen year old?" I couldn't give a fuck whether John was twenty or forty...he treats me like gold. I love the person he is and I feel lucky to have someone like him in my life. I just can't, and wont, take anyone else judging or assuming things about him when they haven't even met him. It's one thing to not like someone after you've met them...
That night dad said that he didn't want to meet him. Which upset me. Because I have a strong feeling that he means that in the 'ever' way. I hope I'm wrong, and that eventually he will come around and want to meet him. But to hear him say that straight off the bat is horrible.
No one's ever taken this from my perspective. How about - what does an eighteen year old see in a thirty-one year old? For us both, our ages aren't an issue. We're like best friends. We click so well and are really happy together. Like I said...I couldn't care less if he were twenty or forty.
That's one thing I hate about my dad though. He can take anything you say, and make it negative.
I really do hope that one day, he will come around and want to meet him. I hope he just needs to get his head around the whole thing first. If not, hell, no skin off my nose. It will upset me and probably make me pissed as hell with my dad, but then I wont tolerate him trying to talk to me about John in any way.
It can just get frustrating. And I hate to bring it up with John because I don't like putting my family shit on him because I know he gets upset and angry when I tell him things like this. But he's really the only one I can talk to. Besides the family/friends that actually get it.
I just needed to vent. Sorry if this is lengthy and not about something you particularly wanted to read...
I promise I'll make my next entry more positive.
~J~
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