I was 50 two months ago. When I was 18 1/2 I started courting someone I’d known since we started secondary school. My older brother had been allowed his girlfriend (same age as me) in his bedroom, and anyone watching tv in the living room on any given evening knew for sure that they were having sex.
Boyfriend and I were a lot more discreet and sensible. On two occasions in that house we had a scary episode that involved the loss of a condom, and me getting the MAP the next day.
After 9 months, I moved away from NW England to Luton to go to uni. He would visit whenever he had enough money for the train fare, and I went home for the holidays.
After 2 years, I had a HND and went on to complete a teaching degree, and boyfriend continued to visit me - this time coming from Northern Scotland where he had been posted by the RAF.
And now? Well, from that rather ignominious beginning with shagging in my bedroom at home, we’ve been together ever since and married 27 1/2 years. We’ve never had a break up, rarely argue, and people have repeatedly commented on how strong they think we are together. Oh, and we don’t have any kids much less ones that we conceived when we were 18 or 19.
We were friends first, which matters I think. Having sex in your parents’ house isn’t disrespectful as long as you are cognisant of family life going on around you, as we were. DH’s dad used the excuse of having 2 people in a bed built for 1 as a reason why we shouldn’t stay at their house, but it was 1/2 mile from my mum and dad’s so it didn’t matter.