Making love under your parents’ roof ain’t easy. Parents can be embarrassing, strict, prying or all of the above, and living with them can definitely deter some from traversing the dating scene.
We had a long courtship, the Semicolon and I. We flirted with each other, batted eyes, but it wasn’t until the end of high school that we fell in love. And, oh, we fell hard.
Like the letters of our literature, we too as a society see things in black and white, and to ignore that fact is to ignore a long, profoundly ingrained struggle in our country’s history.
Refusing to be crippled, I decided to face my fears head on with a method that analysts like Freud would call, “conditioning.” I listened to old mix-tapes, read old love letters, even saw Blue Valentine in theaters. And you know what? I survived.
“The passing of time and all of its sickening crimes is making me sad again.”