being told to leave

I've been putting this off for a week because the situation kept changing, but things seem to have settled down for a while. So, I'd best explain.

My parents were not pleased when I started spending every weekend (and a few nights a week) at Donald's place, but they seemed to simmer down for a while. And by my parents I mean my mother, she was really the only parent who ever directly expressed upsetness. I knew they didn't like it, but nothing really happened, so I continued as usual.

Then, last Sunday, my father informed me that when I had some time he and Mom wanted to 'visit,' which always means that I'm about to get lectured. Due to various shenaniganry on my part they didn't end up 'visiting' with me until Monday night. It was the height of awkwardness. Dad said we were going to get coffee or something, but we ended up at the McDonald's a few miles up the highway. And by 'at the Mcdonald's,' I mean we sat in the car in the parking lot the whole time. I avoided eye contact and stared at the Shrek promotional ads on the side of the building for the most part. Sigh.

The basic gist of the conversation is that I had to stop staying over at Donald's, or get out. They disapprove, EXTREMELY, as it turns out, and also they think it's setting a bad example for my siblings. I think it's a great lesson that someone can grow up in a Southern Baptist fundamentalist home and not end up believing the same things as their parents, but apparently that's not something they feel comfortable with their other progeny learning by example.

In my mom's words, "As my mom used to say, you are not making my house into a flophouse. You can't just come and go as you please." I started quietly crying to myself at that point. I'm not sure why. I've seen this coming for a long time, although I rather always thought it'd be due to my being bi :P

They said a lot of things, like how they didn't want to push me into anything (their way of avoiding responsibility for the fact that OF COURSE I'll be moving in with Donald - I don't have anywhere else to go!), and how I didn't have to leave right away (just soon) and I was welcome to stay in their home as long as I wanted (as long as I live by their rules).

The lease on the house that Donald and Calob were living in with their sister and her boyfriend ended this month, and they've got their own apartment that I'll be moving into with them soon. It's something Donald and I were discussing anyway before all this happened...this just means I'll be moving in a lot sooner than I expected, that's all.

There was an apartment they were supposed to be moving into on the 19th or so, then some quirk came up with the paperwork and the managers ended up saying they couldn't move in at the last minute. This was a problem, because they were supposed to be out of their current house in two weeks, which isn't very much time to just pick up and start house/apartment-hunting all over again when they'd narrowed their choice down to this particular one. It was nerve-wracking for me too, because where they live affects where I live. Luckily apparently the lady they were talking to liked them a lot and went to bat for them with the other managers, and got them the place after all. So, they're moving in tonight and tomorrow.

I'm not sure when I'll start moving my stuff over...I have to do the apartment application and things. Donald doesn't think I'll need a cosigner, because I'm just moving into the apartment they already have, not renting a whole new place. We'll see. I'm thinking I'll try and move stuff the week my family goes camping. When they're out of the house it'll be a lot easier to start carting stuff away and not having to deal with sibling questions and parental emotions.

It's just a big change for me.