My boyfriend and I have been living together since April of last year. We’ve been dating since the January before that. We are in a stable and serious relationship. We’ve met each others extended families. I’m 28 and he’s 31. Although we’re not engaged, we’ve talked about marriage and we’ve made future plans that assume we’ll be together for years and years to come.
Anyway, the problem is that my parents think I’m living with a friend from work. I WAS living with her last year (until I moved in with my boyfriend). My parents live half an hour from the city and the only way I’ve managed to keep up the facade is that they visited me once in the past (when I was living with said friend) and saw that her place is absolutely TINY and therefore have never thought of visiting me since. (She doesn’t even live there anymore - she moved in with HER boyfriend soon after I did, and ironically is also hiding it from her parents.)
But a few weeks ago I thoughtlessly told my mom that my supposed roommate is engaged and is getting married next summer. Now my mother will soon start bugging me about finding a new place to live, and she will want to see my new place and help me move all my stuff. So at some point between now and then, I will have to tell them I’m living with my boyfriend - even if I keep up the lie and make it sound like it’s a new decision. (“I’ve decided to move in with him after my roommate gets married.”)
My American friends have never understood why I, an independent woman of 28 years, still hide things from my parents (like the fact that I smoke). It’s hard to explain - my parents are very traditional Koreans, and also Catholics. I had a 10pm curfew when I was in COLLEGE. As a kid my worst fear was disappointing my parents, particularly my mother. She has always had the highest hopes for me and I think she’s still a bit disappointed in me - even though I graduated from a good school with an MA and have a respectable job.
Anyway. At some point I’m going to have to broach the subject to my parents, and the prospect terrifies me. I mean, technically they can’t do anything about it, right? They can’t lock me up or kick me out or cut me off . . . but I’m still scared of the shitstorm that will inevitably follow my announcement.
Has anyone had similar experiences with parents that you love? I mean, we have a pretty good relationship in general and they have mellowed out over the years but there is no way in hell this is going to go down well.