So how do you have a successful love life while you’re living with your parents? I grew up in the suburbs of Boston, and have lots of high school friends who now live there, so when languishing in front of my parents’ TV grew unbearable, I’d hop in the car and go into the city.
Plus, if you don’t want to tell your parents you’re going out with someone you met on the internet (not that I ever did that, Mom, since I know you’re reading this) you can just tell them you’re sleeping over at a friends’ place. We stopped at my parent’s house on the way, both so that I could pack and so that my parents could meet him and realize I wasn’t being kidnapped by a serial killer.
The kids are only factored into that decision as we determine how best to break the news without freaking them out.
Part of that process typically involves convincing ourselves it will be fun for the kids and allow them more time to know BF/GF – conveniently forgetting they will be asleep.
In fact, I'd spent a good deal of my romantic life doing what I can only call dating in bed.
But I couldn't help what-iffing: What if that first night, I'd hung up the phone and gone to sleep (alone and, yes, a little horny, but giddy about what might happen)? I'm not bragging, but he took our breakup hard.