Should I tell my fundamentalist Christian parents, who live on the other side of the country, that I'm shacking up with my girlfriend? If so, how? Warning: long.
My parents are fundamentalist Christians who were aghast that, when I visited my long-distance girlfriend, I stayed at her house rather than in a hotel. Now she is moving here and we're going to get a new place together. I can only imagine the conniption from my parents that will ensue. To give you an example of what they're like, when I stayed at her place, my dad considered that to be "shacking up" (huh?) and my mom asked me if there was anything she'd done that had "caused me to lose my moral compass." (I am not a regular churchgoer and haven't been since I moved out on my own, although my dad is only now beginning to understand that I am not merely a lapsed Christian but am basically not religious at all. But my mom had still thought I was at least a good person until I did that... she was really disappointed.) Like many Christians of their generation, they both seem really focused on what other people will think of them, not just what the Bible tells them to do.
My girlfriend understands the situation and has very generously offered to let me pretend she doesn't live there when I talk to my parents. The trouble is, my parents and I have a scheduled weekly phone call to catch up with each other. At some point I will either let it slip or else find myself in a situation in which I can't be elusive and must outright lie to one of my parents, which makes me uncomfortable. Plus, of course, this feels like I'm ashamed of my girlfriend, which I am definitely not; my gut feeling is that it does not serve our relationship well to hide her from anyone.
Also, my sister and her husband will be visiting here eventually, and it's inevitable that they'll meet her. My sister is not an idiot and will figure it out even if my girlfriend's not in the house. They are both Christians as well, but they're not hardliners like Mom and Dad (my sister, for example, has been known to have a beer from time to time). They probably won't care too much that I've shacked up, but I don't expect them to keep my secrets for me. However, it is unlikely that my parents will visit anytime soon.
Despite the fact that it is often frustrating dealing with them, I love both my parents and don't want to hurt them unnecessarily, especially since they are quite old and set in their ways. There is zero chance I would be able to change their mind about the issue or avoid hurting them. My girlfriend has tried to help me by casting this as a "protect them from the world the way you would protect a child" thing, which doesn't quite satisfy.
As it happens, my dad will be out of town over Memorial Day weekend, which will mean I'll be talking to just my mom that Saturday. She is the more tolerant and intelligent of the two of them and she has told me that she will love me no matter what I do, even if she disapproves of it. So one option is to tell her then and let her break it to him; I am pretty sure she has successfully softened him up in times past.
My dad, on the other hand, has given me mixed messages -- at one visit he told me if I ever shacked up with someone, I'd not speak to him or see him again, although more recently he has said that he too will love me no matter what. And perhaps he's gotten over the shock of me "shacking up" since in his mind, I've done it already.
Part of me is, frankly, OK with not seeing him again; it would make my life easier in a lot of ways. He spent a three-year period some time ago telling everyone he was going to die soon, so I have steeled myself for the day I wouldn't be able to talk to him anymore. Actually, I was kind of waiting for that to happen so I could get on with my life without worrying about what he thinks, but he's in fine health and will probably live to be a hundred.
I'm ashamed to say it, but I'm not some twenty-something; I'm 40! It galls me that I've spent this long living my life in a futile attempt to satisfy my father. I feel like I've given up so many things that could have made me happy just to avoid his disapproval. I have, in the past, actually broken off relationships that might have been really good because I knew my father would never approve of the woman in question. (She was the wrong race, wasn't conventionally pretty, not religious enough...) I moved thousands of miles away from my parents about 10 years ago with the intent of getting out from under his thumb -- and here I am, middle-aged, still squirming.
Like any son, I crave my father's approval. But time has shown me that I won't get it; anything I do will be wrong in some way. (For example, my sister attends church, but it's the "wrong" church. Same fundamentalist denomination, just "too liberal.") I feel I owe it to my girlfriend and myself to get past this issue and live my life the way I see fit. As an aside, then, if you have any helpful suggestions on how to do that, I would be happy to hear them.
So, hive mind, what do you think? Should I drop the bomb, and if so, how should I aim it? One option I have considered is to tell them she has moved to the area, so at least I wouldn't have to hide the fact that I'm doing things with her, but omit the living-together part for now. I have also considered trying to do away with the weekly phone call, and switch to talking to my parents only when one or the other of us have news we want to share. Both of these would make the pretending option somewhat more tenable, though I still don't like it much. Am I being selfish by wanting to be honest with my parents even though I know the truth about my life will hurt them?
posted by anonymous to human relations (50 comments total)
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I have, in the past, actually broken off relationships that might have been really good because I knew my father would never approve of the woman in question. (She was the wrong race, wasn't conventionally pretty, not religious enough...) I moved thousands of miles away from my parents about 10 years ago with the intent of getting out from under his thumb -- and here I am, middle-aged, still squirming.
You can either start living your real life now, or you can wait until your parents die. I recommend the former.
posted by Optimus Chyme at 8:05 AM on May 5 [57 favorites has favorites]