...which I am not. I can't possably be, since he has actually invited me to not only visit his family, but actually LIVE with his family while I am there (which sounds like a stupid idea, but it is obviouly something he wants. He was like: This house is four?six?houndred years old. It is very big! My brother's girlfriend stays here too. My mother is a nice lady...she is not difficult). At least there are hotels there, and by the end of March it is still off season, so I can find somewhere else to stay if things go sour.

The thing is... I am really, really looking forward to get to see his mother, his brothers and all of his male and female cousins (and his step-grandmother!), and their orange trees, plum trees and cows and the waterfalls of his home town. His mother is going to cook for all of us.... It sound so incredibly lovely I just want to cry. And I think I can get enough time off, and have the money for it and all.

But the thing is, at least one of his brothers know all. And EVERYBODY knows he is seeing some girl (aka me). But I can't help but feeling so guilty that he has not told is mother (and I am not sure if he will any time soon) that I am married. They sound really openminded for a Turkisk Muslim family in the countryside. And I don't want to push it, also I don't want to lie by omissio and I know my husband fears this lie /omission, too. For some reason I feel like more of a lier if I share their family house, because they will treat me like a guest, almost like a daughter in law.

Oh my God I can not belive I will probably go to see his family! I am sure they are as nice as he says. And at the same time I have these doubts.

Him: "I can see you have a question mark over your head. Really, it is not a problem"