Who Are These People?
Remember, parents aren’t pests
I was an obnoxious teenager.
I know I’m not alone in admitting this, but still.
And then, straight into my twenties, I married unwisely and dumped my troubles at my parent’s door, but things settled down when I married my daughter’s dad.
Not straight away. After we’d been together for a while, I suddenly decided I really wanted a baby. Like really, really wanted one, and so we had our daughter.
But I hadn’t wanted to get married after the first disaster, so I had the brainwave of changing my last name to the baby’s dad’s name so we’d all have the same surname.
Which was great until I agreed getting married was a good idea. After the ceremony, the poor Registrar told me he thought he was having a senior moment when he asked my future husband if he’d take a woman with the same unusual surname as his lawfully wedded.
But my parents enjoyed the day. The next day, our daughter was christened, and we told everyone we’d done the deed. But we didn’t tell them until my dad gave a speech wishing us a happy marriage; everyone thought he’d been on the sherry before they realised.
You could say I put my parents through the mill.
