Entries tagged with “My Fella

Speaking with my father recently about plans to get together during the summer, meeting up with other family members, staying in a hotel.  He’s going to make the reservation, and I had a momentary “twinge” about sharing a hotel room between My Fella, the Micron and I.

When we used to travel as a family if we got a hotel room with only double beds, That Guy would share a bed with Micron and I would share a bed with The Elder on account of the adults being plus-sized people, a double bed would barely fit us.   It seemed innocent enough at the time, but I regret it now, looking back.

So last night I asked my new family if they were comfortable with the three of us sharing a room.  My Fella and I would share one bed (I’ve lost a lot of weight in the past few years, and MF is quite slender), and she in a pull-out or cot or another bed.   They’re both cool with it.   This is good.  I mean, we’re a lot more concerned about being seen naked by other family members, which seems a shame that the innocence was shattered.  But now I guess we’re more like most other North American families, hiding their bodies from each other.

Elder, The: my eldest daughter, born whilst I was still single.  She’s 18 as of this post, living on her own in another city studying to be a doctor.

Micron: my youngest daughter.  Almost 15, she lives with My Fella and I.  She’s witty and talented, and loves living in a city now.

My Fella: we met over 15 years ago and became progressively closer friends.  We started dating just over a year ago, and now live together with my youngest, a pet reptile and kitteh in a cute apartment near the university.  He’s terribly clever.

That Guy: We were married for over 10 years.

More will be added as I start to generate pseudos for all the people in this chronicle.