My lovely bride to be has changed the date to go tell her parents three fucking times because she is afraid of their reaction.
Goddammit, at 48 years old, you just tell them, they have no say at that point and will be glad, or not. Let that be an example to the other two daughters.
Now I all of a sudden, at one phone call, have to get presentable and drive clear into another state and try to behave myself, not an easy set of tasks.
Not going to happen.
Behaving myself could be a problem.
I would have to think a case of the nerves would be normal, not.
I am what I am .
Have a nice fucking day.