It really bugs me sometimes how freaking anti-social my parents are.
I mean, I'm anti-social, but they're worse than me, mostly because I've--I like to think--made progress in the years spent out of their house--and I can't even get them to show up for a BBQ or come to dinner at the apartment or basically show up anywhere to anything that might require them to be in the same room with anyone other than me.
And then they'll ask later how it went, and in my head I want to say "what do you care?"
My first boyfriend I dated for a full year before they met him, and I basically had to badger them into it.
And it wasn't just them being uncomfortable with the gay thing, they have never met practically anyone I've been friends with for years, or if they have, it's been in passing for like ten seconds.