Keep in mind that they didn't find out until I was about 60, but also keep in mind that I have always been the black sheep of my family. I didn't tell them on purpose. I had promised my wife Kristin (whom you met in June) not to tell them, but I accidentally told them when I copied them on a message I was sending to someone else (long story). For about a year, they pretended they didn't know, but my mother couldn't contain her curiosity, so after a year she started hinting around about it. Still wanting to respect Kristin's wish that they not know or that we not discuss it, I waited for my mother to get down to the nitty gritty, which, of course, she did. She adores Kristin, so when Kristin told her she didn't want any condemnation or for my mother to discuss it with our children outside of our presence, my mother and father agreed to this.
It really all blew over almost immediately, and the thing is that, compared to other things I've done in my life, being a polygamist or wanting to be one is really nothing compared to some of the other stuff!