A glimpse of unpleasantness.
On our way to a wedding this morning, my mum turned to me and said, "So when are you going to get a boyfriend?"Good thing I wasn't the one driving.
So two years ago, when I told her that I was going out with someone, she told me I was too young. Now she's telling me that if I don't hurry up I will miss the boat. Somewhere between 19 and 21 I've gone from overprotected teenager to concern-invoking spinster.
I had to inwardly remind myself that I was 21. Nevertheless I was pretty mortified. I wondered if this was merely the beginning of many more comments of this flavour in the upcoming 3, 5, 10 years. How awful it must be to be "marrying age" and single.
On the way home Mum told me about my aunt who is crying divorce after 5 years and 2 kids. My uncle was one of those "marrying age and single" bachelors. I don't know that he married out of social pressure, though I know for a fact that he used to cop it all the time from everyone about settling down etc etc. But heck if that were the case then I wonder what would be going through his brain now.
I hope they work stuff out. =(
If it came down to being 35 and single (and having Mum nag me about getting a bf everyday) or being 35 and stuck in a bad marriage, having married just whoever that came along, just to shut everyone up and not feel like the odd one out...
posted by me. @ 9:38 PM
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