I guess I should be glad I have good veins. I also should be glad I don’t have to warn friends about my parents. They can put on a great game face when strangers are around.
I love my mom very much, but she would visit me once every month or two at college for the sole purpose of cleaning my room/apartment.
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I don’t bother trying to explain my mother to people anymore. Any of my friends know exactly how she is by now and those that don’t will figure out very quickly after they meet her.
My first semester of college my brother came to visit me in the dorm and I hadn’t gotten back from class yet, so he talked to my roommate and neighbors for about half an hour.
Later those friends asked me, “What’s it like to live with him?” in incredulous tones. I never have known what they meant.
I’d say that my father is a pack rat so there is clutter all over the house. Newspapers. Magazines. The bay window has unwrapped xmas gifts that he has opened and “dropped” there. Months and months of bills on the table beside him. I try to give as must as a description as I can so they aren’t taken back.
I also tell them to try to not stare or notice. My mother is very embarrassed his “Collection”.
Also, if you want to talk to my father… Wait for a commercial. If you interrupt his television show, he will yell at you. If you want to talk to my mother, it is better to ask her to go into the kitchen because again you will interrupt my father’s shows.
Don’t talk to my father about police stuff or try to debate with him. You will never be right in his eyes and he could go on and on about the calls he has been on. With him being a police officer for 40 years, the stores are endless and I am tired of hearing them.
When I was a teen, I never knew quite how to explain my mom to guests, so I just said “she will ask you questions like she’s the FBI.” She never had any moral issues in passing judgment on any of my friends.
I often wonder what my kids told their friends about me. So far I have resisted the temptation to ask.