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I've been with a boyfriend for over a yesr now and this whole time,I never told my parents about it. My mother knows he exists and she has her suspicions, but when she asks for details I always answer quickly and try to move on to a different subject.
What is with this anxiety about letting my parents in on my relationship?
I think it's very normal, but better check what your boyfriend thinks. It could make him question your relationship if you hide him.
I do this too. My father I don't worry about, by my mum's a bit of a meddler and so I prefer to keep her distant from my romantic life.
It depends. There were relationships that I didn't want my parents to know about but most of the time it was because I was dating people nobody should date.
Is it possible you know he's a pretty shitty dude, but you can't bring yourself to break up, and you don't want to hear confirmation of what you know in your heart to be true? It's not unusual for women be attracted to "bad boys" for all sorts of twisted psychological reasons, and then to conceal them from their friends and family. Sometimes it's because they've been manipulated into that by the guys, who know damn well that anyone not under their spell can see that they're asshats and not good for the woman.
Or is it possible your parents are highly judgemental, never endorse any decisions you make, and still think of you as a child?
Or could it be that you're embarrassed by your parents, and think that the guy meeting them will result in him thinking less of you?
I did that a lot. I preferred bad boys so I didn't want to deal with any drama from my parents. Since my parents didn't know I was dating, they finally fixed me up with a guy I wasn't attracted to at all. He clearly liked me. He was really nice but I wasn't into him. We casually dated but when he started hinting about marriage I let him know I wasn't into him like that. He didn't get it and still kept asking me out. I'd go out with him but we never did anything serious. Eventually I got him to pick me up and take me to my boyfriend's and sometimes even take me home. Looking back It was pretty messed up what I was doing, but he was happy and willing.