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I Wanted Big Dirty Hot Love. Instead, I Got My Grown Kids Back Home

A Pandemic Love Story

Julie Lythcott-Haims

Apr 27
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If you're not into sex, walk on by and I'll see you next week. But otherwise come on in.

[This post is not explicit, but is rated R for unabashed desire.]

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Dan and I've been together thirty-four years. We had eleven years before our first child arrived. Then came baby number two and a decision to buy a house with my mom in order to afford Silicon Valley public schools for the kids. With five people sleeping upstairs in a house with thin walls, it was like a game of Tetris to find a time to be alone.

Ordinarily we were strict about how much television our kids could watch. But on Sunday mornings we set them up with headphones in front of the TV downstairs for what we called "big telly morning” when they could watch show after show after show. One morning, when we tiptoed back downstairs and tried to nonchalantly reappear to the family, mom turns to us from her perch at the kitchen counter and says, What were you doing, rearranging furniture?

We don't want that to ever happen again.

So we stuff our intimacy back into the closet. Search for stolen moments. And when we find them we muffle the sounds our bodies and furniture would otherwise like to make. We seek out hotel rooms. We go feral in deserted parks. Even the woods will do. But what we really ache for is our own bed which is now such an unrequited longing that Dan photographs our tousled sheets and presents me with a framed copy for an anniversary present.

In 2013 we muster the resources to build mom an attached cottage. Now all we have to do is wait for the kids to go to sleep.

And they do. And they grow. And high school graduations come and go. We feel the bittersweetness of losing our kids to the very world we hope to God we’ve prepared them well for.

It's the fall of 2019. Our oldest is living and working hundreds of miles from home. Our youngest is headed to college on the other side of the country. We move her in. Parents all around us speak of their empty nest as if in mourning. But Dan and I dart eyes at each other and make a beeline for the airport.

This nest ain't empty – there are love birds in it!

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The day after we arrive home, I buy five dozen roses in shades of plum, nectarine, and apricot. I gently pluck every petal from each stem and strew a thousand soft, fragrant invitations from our front door up the carpeted stairs, round the bend on the landing, down the hallway to the room on the right at the end, and up onto our bed.

We’d never lacked for motive. But now we have the means. Any time of day works. No one else's needs matter but our own.

We are like teenagers, if not rabbits.

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Seven months later, the virus hits. The kids come home – one for six months, the other for going on two years now.

We didn’t see the end coming, of course.

But I did keep the petals.

Something told me I just might need a reminder.

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🥀 The petals are old, wrinkled, and beautiful. We keep them in a bowl which you cup with your palm and hold with your thumb. The bowl sits on a credenza in the living room, in sight of the kitchen counter and the TV of big telly morning. This is how we name and claim that intimacy matters.

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7 Comments

  • Beth Baugh
    Ahaha! This resonates.
    I live with my parents and 12 y/o son and my partner visits on the weekends. Privacy is a rare thing, let's just say.
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      Julie Lythcott-Haims
      let's just say! maybe your 12y/o and parents can go someplace together, or you and your partner can have a getaway.
      • 2w
  • Mary Stoikes Indritz
    Totally can relate with the "run-through-the house-naked" times and the "we're-going-out-of-town" times as our kids move into the house in their cycles of college, pandemic, and now (for one) the job search times. We feel fortunate they are comfortabl…
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      Julie Lythcott-Haims
      I know, yes, right there with you, total gift. And yet all things are not simultaneously possible. Love the run-through-the-house-naked imagery. Yes, that's how unfettered we were, for a brief time.
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  • Gailene St Amand
    Unfortunately I’m alone divorced and no sex encounters on the horizon. However , I did reach out to an old flame that I haven’t seen in20 years. We always had great hot juicy sex. i can remember when my kids were home and my daughter told me ,”I can …
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      Julie Lythcott-Haims
      I like your style, Gailene
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  • Joanna Parker
    Hi Julie, Thank you for your openness in sharing this touchy topic.
    this story resonates with me a bit. i a m anew empty nester. Haven't been intimate in years. Not for the adult kids, who total 2 and 2 grandchildren. It s my husband's fault. That's a…
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