Meet the Parents

Staying over at Sara's was... an experience.

I headed over there straight after work. Nervous doesn't really cover it. Shitting myself is getting closer. I arrived and her parents were out. We went upstairs and it was, as always, awesome. Even just lying next to her, talking gives me butterflies.

Her parents came home. I was still nervous, so we decided to lie low in her room for a bit longer. We went down using the kittens as a cover. I said hey and asked how she's been. She didn't look at me. She asked Sara's dad a question (he was lovely by the way, so were the siblings). This might not sound so bad, but I'm always acknowledged pretty much immediately. I don't match the wall paper, people always notice me. Her mum didn't talk to Sara either. It was 13 hours before she looked at or spoke to me.

It was like being in a country where being gay is illegal. We weren't allowed to get close anywhere we might be seen, it was not accepted that we were together as a couple. I'm not used to having to be paranoid about being seen or not being trusted. I was put in the spare room and Sara was meant to stay in her room to sleep. She didn't, but she was meant to. Her mum came upstairs in the morning and saw her bed still made, and Sara sneaking out of the spare room with some impressive bed head. Her mum saw her, turned and walked back down stairs. Sara later told me that her mum hadn't been pleased to be officially told that we were back together.

It was harder than I'd expected it to be. I'd do it everyday if it meant I got to see her.