Oh sure. Squeaky clean, Catholic, "good girl", Old Country Italian crap. Constant riding, constant finger pointing at the trashy neighbors, lots of praise of individuals who were "exemplary".
I was always trying to bust out or rebel in some way, but not in a direct, confrontational way. I would try to paint (and live) the picture they wanted to see, but would also act out outside of the house. I couldn't wait to be a grown up and be on my own. I was craving their approval, and I knew that my interests weren't in line with what they admired as they were constantly trying to push me in specific directions. My interests weren't nurtured or supported or really praised. So, I shelved them and did my best to walk a path that would fall within their approval.
Yep... I'm a Nice Guy too.
What I find interesting, is that my H supports my dreams, whatever they are. He would approve of me pursuing any dream with regard to work. I have this amazing green light in front of me, and I just have to drive through it once I figure out the next thing to try.
The sex thing... I don't know. I suppose it keeps that mental Church Lady "say-10-Hail-Mary's-til-that-feeling-down-there-goes-away" intact. H is a lot like my Father in some ways. And, Lord knows my Father wasn't around much to demonstrate any kind of love. He loved in the "almighty head of the house breadwinner" kind of way.
