I am posting here a bit for advice, but mainly to vent. I really don't have anyplace else to just dump out what I am going through. My sisters would just get sucked in and the only friend I
know wouldn't gossip told me I am living in a telenovela and said she has no ideas.
Background;
I come from a big, complicated family. My family has lived in the same mostly-rural area since before the Civil War and my great-grandfather had 9 children from his 3 wives and all his kids had a lot of kids, so - lots of half-siblings and 2nd cousins twice removed, etc. We are fairly close, overall, especially since the family still all lives within about 150 miles of each other.
Last Spring I got a job at a local office for a big company. I'm still in university, but the money is ok and they let me work around my school schedule, so I am very grateful. in Autumn a consultant was brought in for the IT department. I remember at first the office was making fun of him before he even got there,
"The IT consultant is a guy from Alabama? Do they even have computers in Alabama?"
[Our office is near the Great Lakes]
Then they found out he is only 22 and it got worse.
He arrived and, well, it stopped. First, he's huge. 6'4", 230 lbs, obviously a gym sort. Second, he graduated Georgia Tech when he was 19. Third, he's really handsome with blue eyes, a deep voice with a southern drawl, and, just….
And last, he's very warm and friendly.
I met him as soon as I could because he has an unusual last name. Not 'one in a million' but not Smith, but it is a name in my family. So the second day he was in I met and told him I had relatives with that name, so we talked. He had never been close to where I lived, had never met any relatives I knew, his family had been in Georgia for 30+ years, his family was Catholic (we're all Baptists) I had never heard of him, so - coincidence, I figured.
But we really hit it off at that lunch and pretty soon we were having lunch every Thursday. After a month he asked me out and we did a movie and dinner. The religious differences were odd, but OK, especially since we are both committed to waiting until after marriage.
By Halloween my mom was insisting he meet her and dad, so he came to dinner. Mom interrogated him like I had, but relaxed a lot when he (I'll call him John) told her his father's first name. Dad and John really liked each other immediately, and mom warmed up to him. My kid sisters
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