I was a senior in high school and one of my mom’s best friends had hired me to house sit for her while she and her family was on a summer vacation. They would be gone for two weeks and all I really had to do was let their dogs out a couple of times a day and water the plants. Simple, huh?

Well, it would have been if I hadn’t had the great idea to invite a couple of friends over (including my boyfriend) one night to have a little house party. The plan seemed perfect at the time. Obviously, no parents were there, so we would have the place to ourselves. I had gotten one of my older friends to pick up some drinks (BAD IDEA, LADIES–do not be like me!) and made a playlist for the night.

The party went off as planned without a hitch. Everyone had left and headed home around 2 a.m. and only my boyfriend and I were still there, cuddled up on the couch. Long story short, we had sex.

He helped me clean up the whole house the next morning and we parted ways after snacking on some of the food in the pantry. Everything seemed perfectly fine. We had gotten away with it! Or at least that’s what I thought. It wasn’t until I got a call from my mom’s friend that I realized how badly shit had hit the fan.

All she asked me was “Did you have someone over while we were out of town?” I took a second to think about how to word my answer. Did she know I had a party? Did she know that we were drinking? I had no clue what she had found. “I found a condom in the downstairs bathroom.” BAM. There was my answer.

She ended up giving me an ultimatum. She told me that either I would have to tell my mom that I was “sexually active” and talk to her about getting on the pill, or she would tell my mom what she found. I had no idea which option was worse. I couldn’t imagine telling my mom that I was having sex, but I definitely didn’t want to experience the truth-induced shit storm I would have to go through if my mom heard it from someone else.

I ended up picking option number one. It definitely went along the lines I had expected. She was furious. She yelled at me and told me that I was irresponsible. She cried and I cried. Then she pulled me into her arms and hugged me. She apologized for being harsh, she told me that she had always been nervous about having this conversation, she said that she was glad that I was responsible enough to ask to get on birth control, she was happy that I had told her.

I had never planned on straight up telling my mom I was having sex and I definitely hadn’t intended on telling her at that time. But I guess, in a way, I’m glad that it all happened that way. It all worked out, and it felt good to have my mom on my side.

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