In her words
One year ago
04/24/17 Didn't you say you were married?
04/25/17 So why the FUCK did you marry him?
04/26/17 #ShitMyTherapistSays
04/27/17 How do you know when you are addicted?
04/28/17 What is perfection, really?
#Blessed
Lost in translation
04/29/17 Gene is a Verb
From the back seat to the front: Meeting her parents
Last Sunday I went home with Tem and met her parents at their house for breakfast. The night before I learned her brother would be joining us and riding with us. I was cautious since Tem told me several times that he never comes home to visit with her but on the occasion I am, he decides to. He's also good friends with Tem's husband. Tem assured me he'd sit in the back seat and sleep the whole ride to Dayton. When she arrived to pick me up I walked around to the passenger door unable to see where her brother was because of the reflection of the windshield. As I approached the door he was already in the front and as I moved to the back his 6'4" body had the seat all the way back so I made a complete circle around the car and sat behind Tem. He sat silently playing a golf game on his phone, the same game Jared played in the car while we drove around the state of Washington with Brian.
The ride was uncomfortably silent just as I had dreaded. It's difficult enough meeting her parents without an audience especially with how much she's emphasized the importance of her parents liking me. Bruce fell asleep quickly on the ride and I struggled to stay awake for fear he'd see me sleeping like an idiot with my mouth open. We arrived around 10am her mom and dad were in the kitchen, her dad with headphones on to protect his ears while the blender ran, her mom prepping the individualized catered plates. She mom hugged me when we met and her dad maintained strong eye contact which I dared not break as we exchanged a firm handshake.
We drank cups of coffee, Tem gave me a tour of their house before we sat down to talk. The majority of the conversation was focused around planning their family trip to Barcelona, I was thankful the family had a collective goal and topic as to avoid taking on the full brunt of our first meeting with a barrage of questions.
Breakfast was served and I thankfully didn't spill anything on myself or their nice home. I was able to not only finish all of my food but thoroughly enjoy it. I felt like I ate the appropriate amount not too much that I was uncomfortably full and not too little that it was insulting to her mom.
After the meal the family gathered around the bar countertop and discussed many topics. Tem and her brother openly talked about using drugs not only around their parents but with them. Tem also announced I was sleeping over at her apartment to her sister through facetime and subsequently the entire family.
Despite these nervous moments I managed not to say anything offensive and stupid and nothing embarrassing occurred. I was even able to join the conversation about the Texas middle school teacher who created a pros and cons T chart about slavery stepping very lightly to which I still regret getting involved in at all.
The family talked a bit about fitness and exercising with most of the conversation unnecessarily focused towards Tem.
After a couple hours we decided to part ways I was gifted a half gallon of unsweetened vanilla soy milk from her parents as we walked out the door. Once in the driveway as I approached the backseat Bruce spoke up and offered me the front seat next to his little sister.
Tem and I talked a bit on our drive back first with Bruce about high school house parties. Bruce inserted his earbuds and went to sleep Tem and I continued the conversation.
I had finally met her family in person.
I know her family is very important to her and I know now how open and close they all are.
I know how much they mean to her and I hope they like me as much as I like and low key envy, them.
Blasko - Another Love
One year ago
04/24/17 Didn't you say you were married?
04/25/17 So why the FUCK did you marry him?
04/26/17 #ShitMyTherapistSays
04/27/17 How do you know when you are addicted?
04/28/17 What is perfection, really?
#Blessed
Lost in translation
04/29/17 Gene is a Verb
From the back seat to the front: Meeting her parents
Last Sunday I went home with Tem and met her parents at their house for breakfast. The night before I learned her brother would be joining us and riding with us. I was cautious since Tem told me several times that he never comes home to visit with her but on the occasion I am, he decides to. He's also good friends with Tem's husband. Tem assured me he'd sit in the back seat and sleep the whole ride to Dayton. When she arrived to pick me up I walked around to the passenger door unable to see where her brother was because of the reflection of the windshield. As I approached the door he was already in the front and as I moved to the back his 6'4" body had the seat all the way back so I made a complete circle around the car and sat behind Tem. He sat silently playing a golf game on his phone, the same game Jared played in the car while we drove around the state of Washington with Brian.
The ride was uncomfortably silent just as I had dreaded. It's difficult enough meeting her parents without an audience especially with how much she's emphasized the importance of her parents liking me. Bruce fell asleep quickly on the ride and I struggled to stay awake for fear he'd see me sleeping like an idiot with my mouth open. We arrived around 10am her mom and dad were in the kitchen, her dad with headphones on to protect his ears while the blender ran, her mom prepping the individualized catered plates. She mom hugged me when we met and her dad maintained strong eye contact which I dared not break as we exchanged a firm handshake.
We drank cups of coffee, Tem gave me a tour of their house before we sat down to talk. The majority of the conversation was focused around planning their family trip to Barcelona, I was thankful the family had a collective goal and topic as to avoid taking on the full brunt of our first meeting with a barrage of questions.
Breakfast was served and I thankfully didn't spill anything on myself or their nice home. I was able to not only finish all of my food but thoroughly enjoy it. I felt like I ate the appropriate amount not too much that I was uncomfortably full and not too little that it was insulting to her mom.
After the meal the family gathered around the bar countertop and discussed many topics. Tem and her brother openly talked about using drugs not only around their parents but with them. Tem also announced I was sleeping over at her apartment to her sister through facetime and subsequently the entire family.
Despite these nervous moments I managed not to say anything offensive and stupid and nothing embarrassing occurred. I was even able to join the conversation about the Texas middle school teacher who created a pros and cons T chart about slavery stepping very lightly to which I still regret getting involved in at all.
The family talked a bit about fitness and exercising with most of the conversation unnecessarily focused towards Tem.
After a couple hours we decided to part ways I was gifted a half gallon of unsweetened vanilla soy milk from her parents as we walked out the door. Once in the driveway as I approached the backseat Bruce spoke up and offered me the front seat next to his little sister.
Tem and I talked a bit on our drive back first with Bruce about high school house parties. Bruce inserted his earbuds and went to sleep Tem and I continued the conversation.
I had finally met her family in person.
I know her family is very important to her and I know now how open and close they all are.
I know how much they mean to her and I hope they like me as much as I like and low key envy, them.
Blasko - Another Love