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I might be crazy, but my parents are intense. I gave Chris some of the low down months prior. Let me put it into more detail. We must analyze the people I call Mom and Dad.
Sidney 'Sid' Andrews
1. Father of three (Two girls and one boy)
2. Owner of the biggest Realestate company in San Diego, California
3. Ivy League man (attended Harvard University)
4. Grew up in upstate New York (to be more specific, a mansion on a hill)
5. Once right hand man to Donald Trump/ Best friend (I've hated the guy way before anyone else did)
6. Millionaire (soon to be billionaire)
7. The father that was never there
Laura Andrews
1. Mother of three children ( In order: Erika, me, and my brother, Edwin)
2. Comes from a rich family in New Haven, Conneticut.
3. She also attended an Ivy League school, Yale, to be exact.
4. Completely killed my dreams about being a rock star
5. All about manners and dignity
6. Philanthropist extraordinaire and socialite.
7. Co-runs my dad's business
Considering my parents were in the equation to perhaps ruin the first official jolly holiday my boyfriend and I would share, all precautions had to be taken, so that nothing triggered a fight. My parents in all sense of the word were conservative. Not through religion despite their claims of being devout Christians-- switching between being labeled Catholics, Presbyterians, and non-denominational-- then would switch to atheism before going back to Christianity. I never know with them. My father has had a number of affairs and one night stands. He has done it consciously and my mother is fully aware, yet she turns a blind eye for security's sake. Aren't those the most Christian type things? Did you catch the sarcasm?
Anyway, they held the values that people should be married before having children. Pre-marital sex being a slight taboo, yet definitely have a realistic mindset regarding it. They're a duo with power and money that must entertain at social functions and depict poise and professionalism for reputation and survival in the realm of the elite. Think Gossip Girl, but set on the West coast and without a narrator anticipating juicy drama about the socialites and their children. The press is both an enemy and ally. Truly, it depends upon the scenario. I more than anyone know that now.
Due to their ever changing ideals, I did what I always had to when my parents came to visit-- which prior to that point in time was rare-- take special precautions. My parents are exceedingly judgmental as that has been exemplified both passively and impassively throughout the course of my existence. Examples of direct judgement consist of when they told me my desire to work within the arts was a folly that would leave me homeless. When I initially told them I was pregnant with Chris's child (which occurred over FaceTime while I was doing some more work with Paul to finalize details regarding the film) and they were slightly disappointed that wedding bells weren't going to ring. Then notorious bonfire of the guitars in my teenage years. The indirect forms were usually about general things like my cooking, daily activities, or furniture in my home. My precautions for not sparking an argument or pieces of passive aggressive statements were stopped mainly through the process of which I called "Conservifying and Deconservifying". The process entails the removal, replacement, or addition of furniture and decor in the house.
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