Having my Mom whine at me about taking a vacation to England soon and how I should wait a whole year to see Huxley again. Yeah, okay.

When Hux visited and stayed with us for Christmas, he wasn't allowed in my room for more than like, a few seconds, to "spare my father's feelings." That was pretty weird. Especially since I'm turning 20.

Maybe I'm crazy and I'm going to end up raising a teen pregorian ho, but once the girl is 15, I don't think I'd give a crap if she was having sex with her boyfriend or girlfriend in her room, so long as I knew there was protection in there, and the guy/girl isn't sleeze and radiating with STDs. I'd trust there to be honesty, of course, but as long as she was honest about what she was doing, I'd not care. Maybe I'd take her to the gyno for birth control or something so she had double protection? IDK.