It has been a week since I let parents know of that news.
That Saturday afternoon was filled with shouting/yelling/cursing. It was to be expected from my parents.
Next day, I didn't seem to exist. Parents just gave me evil looks every time I glanced at them.
I didn't know what was worse, getting nagged at, or just null-communication.
Monday came, dad asked me to help him out to rebuild a brick wall.
Whilst we worked, we had a calm, father/son chat. It was good.
Somehow we managed to talk about getting myself a girlfriend/'wife'!!
Went to the pub with dad later that evening.
Mum still didn't talk to me.
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