*after* I thought my mom and I had agreed on us having our own room during vacation. Forgive me, I'm going to rant. I can grudgingly accept the "our house our rules" thing, but we had talked about it and I'm just fed up. My boyfriend and I have been together for three years. Everyone knows we live together. I'm taking my one damn week of vacation and spending it on the family, and now my dad wants to make a big deal out of the whole "It's immoral for you to share a bed if you're not married" business. But when they visit us, I don't stop them from praying before meals, even though I don't. I don't tell them they have to sleep in separate beds because old people sex is gross I guess I'm just peeved because it's not like I'm 18 anymore, I'm a grownup and I don't like them going back on something I thought we had agreed on. And that little irrational part of me wants to just go ballistic because it's just like why I left the house at 17.