Day one with the parents.

A's parents came in last night from almost 24 hours in travel! Needless to say, they passed out early. We had dinner and I walked around the block a few times with his dad so he could stretch his legs. 

His mom kept pinching me and telling A he was starving me and needs to feed me more. A's dad told me to be prepared for her to stuff me with food like the last time they came. 

They didn't talk about the fact that A and I got married. They didn't ask about the wedding... but they also didn't scream at me and try to kill me for being their child's gay husband. So they're taking it a lot better than an Iranian, muslim, older-couple would be expected. 

They treated me with the same over-concerned, loving, parental care they had the last time. I think they knew. I think they already accepted it by coming to see us the first time. They had to know what I meant to their son. They had to know how their son felt about me and wanted to be with me. 

I was super excited for them to be here, but then I slept in this morning and A didn't wake me. I went down to have breakfast and his parents were watching some Persian show, but invited me to sit between them while I ate. So I get food and notice new items in the kitchen. A's dad told me that the mom went for an early walk this morning by herself and got things from the Persian market near us. That's 3 blocks away!

That may not sound like much, but just the other day A got upset with me for walking just a block over to get things from the drug store. So his mother is allowed to walk alone, but his boy is not. 

I questioned A about it and he apologized for over-reacting. He said he was stressed that day and things weren't working out on a deal he put together. 

I've noticed that sometimes when things get out of control or don't go the way he wanted, he tends to be a little over-protective with me. It's a way of coping, I guess, like he needs to hold onto things a little tighter, like if something went wrong with something he put a lot of work into then maybe things can go wrong with other things he cares about. I know sometimes it can seem a little harsh, but underneath it is a ton of love. I like never having to wonder if he loves me. 

This morning we watched Iran lose their world cup match. It was so sad. They scored one, but then Spain got it taken back. I don't really understand soccer or know what's going on, but watching with his family made me really care about it. 

I have to keep reminding myself to not slide into his lap or be overly PDA in front of his parents. Plus we are calling each other by our real names instead of pet names. I did almost slip once and call him daddy. I caught myself midway through and changed it to his name so it sounded like Dahhhhkan then I just acted like I was about to sneeze...

Their goalkeeper is SO HOT! Alireza Beiranvand. That is a beautiful man. Can't you feel that Persian nose just ready to poke into you? ....Ok TMI, sorry... apologies...