Oh the joys of having well-meaning Catholic parents. I don’t have a problem with religion or parents trying to do what’s best for their child. Yet, every child reaches an age where they start to make their own decisions. Once you become a legal adult, move out of your parents house and experience the world, you may find yourself with opinions different from your parents. Cohabitation is strongly frowned upon in the Catholic church and for some reason the church likes to complain about that more than the number of homeless, sick and suffering. I’m not hear to judge though, I’m here to tell you what happened when I told my parents I was moving in with my boyfriend. Believe me, I Googled for advice when I first made this decision and I would like to add my two cents. Maybe my experience can give you some good ideas on how to tell your Catholic parents you want to move in with your boyfriend.
After five and a half years of dating, it’s hard to avoid the subject of marriage. I admit, we bring it up among ourselves enough. We actually already have names for our first girl and boy (although we have no idea if kids are a thing we want). My parents have been very patient, hardly saying a word. This last time they were around was the biggest hint they’ve ever given us. Talking with distant relatives, one asked how long we’ve dated. After we gave our answer, eyebrows rose and my dad said something along the lines of “I know. Most people are… you know… by now.”
There’s exciting news in the world of TK! At the beginning of this year, I said I had a super secret plan. It was secret because it involved me looking for a job in the town my boyfriend works in while he looked for one in mine. We found out real fast that there was nothing for me where he worked, though, and started focusing both our efforts on getting him a job near my place of work. I am proud to announce today that those efforts have been successful! You know what that means? It won’t be too long now that we will move in with each other. I’m thrilled at the prospect, but there’s one dark smudge on that reality. What do I tell my Catholic parents? Honestly, I expect anything from quiet acceptance to disownment. I’m not about to let their opinions dictate mine, though. This is my life! All the same… I have to tell them something and I’d rather not make a bigger deal out of the move than it should be. Continue reading Living the Life I Want, Yet Fearing Parental Reactions
I don’t know why there’s such a generational divide between parents and children. Why is it normal for teenagers to rebel against parents/authority, to be depressed and to feel misunderstood? Is there seriously some biological reason, or is it our society which promotes this? Continue reading Reluctantly Hiding Due to Generational Divides
I hope you all celebrated a lovely father’s day this past weekend. The boyfriend and I spent this weekend with my parents in Iowa. Since we didn’t have to go anywhere else for the weekend, it ended up being rather relaxing. I saw some family members I hadn’t seen in a while and played some Killer Croquet in the beautiful weather. Continue reading The Luck and Blessings of Family