Binky Babe
When I brought my girlfriend, Ivy Rossum, home to meet my family, my cousin, Kevin Lonsdale, snuck into her room, took off his clothes, and got into her bed.
When we found him, he clutched the sheets and said in a shaking voice, “Paul, I didn’t do this on purpose. I thought I was going to my room.”
It was the same excuse he had used before.
Eight years ago, when I brought my first girlfriend home, he had done the exact same thing and used the same excuse.
I finally called him out on it. “Everyone occasionally ends up at the wrong door, but how did you get in with the wrong keycard?”
Kevin’s face went white, his tears suddenly halting.
Dad defended him and scolded me. “Kevin has always been absent-minded, you know this! Look at him now. He’s had a shock. How could you humiliate him when he’s already in such a state?”
I felt suffocated.
I held strong and did my best not to tremble. I looked at the woman I had loved and kept secret from my family for six years and asked, “Ivy, how would you like to deal with this?”