How I met Your (Other) Mother 1/1Tabitha sat in the chair across from the couch and addressed her tw
How I met Your (Other) Mother 1/1Tabitha sat in the chair across from the couch and addressed her two children. “Well…would you like the long version or the short version?” “The short version,” they both said in unison.“In the South in the early 2000s it still wasn’t seen as normal for a woman to love another woman. Me and your Mom had nearly all the same classes sophomore year. Neither of us was out of the closet or even considered leaving it, but we both ended up practicing flirting with one other. We were both far too oblivious to catch on. It wasn’t until the next year, when we had no classes together that we began to figure each other out. I would walk the long way to pass her in the hall and she’d hide friendly notes in my locker.”“But it wasn’t until senior year that either of us made a move. Your mother pitched the idea that on college visitation day we borrow a car and drive to the University of Alabama…at Pensacola, that is. While our parents thought we were walking the quad and meeting RAs up in Tuscaloosa, we rented a nice room right on the beach. Back home neither of us dared tell the other our secret. But once we were on our own, it was an unspoken understanding. She wouldn’t stop playing with my hair when I was driving…and we fed each other cheese fries in an empty diner in Greenville. When we realized we were actually holding hands in the hotel corridor, we both knew…and we’ve been inseparable ever since.”Her daughter smirked, admiring the romance of a clandestine road trip. “How was the beach?” she asked.Tabitha laughed quietly to herself. “We didn’t even make it…umm…good. It was good, hun.” -- source link
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