When you are pushing 50 and are still unmarried, people are likely to think that you’re either gay or impotent. People look at you with their raised eyebrows, whisper behind your back and invariably badger you with similar type of questions, the answer to which is "Mind your business." The situation worsens when you have to explain your preferences to your parents.
Ever since I turned 45, I stopped visiting any of my married friends so as to avoid any raised brows of their parents. I also asked them not to visit my place so as to not remind my parents about me being a spinster thereby help me avoid being badgered by my parents. But, how long can you avoid the inevitable? They rightly say, what goes up must come down.
Out of nowhere, your childhood friend will surprise you by landing directly at your rooftop all the way from Australia. She will also bring her kids along. You’ll be happy to see her but not so happy to think about the aftermath. At this age, your parents no longer try to hide their feelings. Every married friend of yours makes them feel miserable. You have, however, learned the art to tackle such a situation over a period of time. Here is one such conversation:
Mom: Look at her. She is blessed with two beautiful babies and you… not even married yet. God knows when I will become a grandmother.
Me: Oh ma! You please decide your priorities. You want me to get married or you want to be a grandparent.
Mom: What do you mean by “or”?
Me: He he!! Don’t be such a kid ma!! You know that getting married is a tall order as compared to be a parent, isn’t it?
Mom: But you follow the order.
Me: Ascending or descending?
My mom almost freaks out. ;)
“I anyway brought you Frosty but you adopted him.” I add, “You could have very well decided to be a grandparent considering the difference between mine and Frosty’s age. We all could have lived happily ever after.”
Mom: You’ve gone out of hand. I should have put a leash on you.
Me: It’s too late for that ma. Always better to accept what you have than desiring for what others have.
My mother faints, almost.
Ever since I turned 45, I stopped visiting any of my married friends so as to avoid any raised brows of their parents. I also asked them not to visit my place so as to not remind my parents about me being a spinster thereby help me avoid being badgered by my parents. But, how long can you avoid the inevitable? They rightly say, what goes up must come down.
Out of nowhere, your childhood friend will surprise you by landing directly at your rooftop all the way from Australia. She will also bring her kids along. You’ll be happy to see her but not so happy to think about the aftermath. At this age, your parents no longer try to hide their feelings. Every married friend of yours makes them feel miserable. You have, however, learned the art to tackle such a situation over a period of time. Here is one such conversation:
Mom: Look at her. She is blessed with two beautiful babies and you… not even married yet. God knows when I will become a grandmother.
Me: Oh ma! You please decide your priorities. You want me to get married or you want to be a grandparent.
Mom: What do you mean by “or”?
Me: He he!! Don’t be such a kid ma!! You know that getting married is a tall order as compared to be a parent, isn’t it?
Mom: But you follow the order.
Me: Ascending or descending?
My mom almost freaks out. ;)
“I anyway brought you Frosty but you adopted him.” I add, “You could have very well decided to be a grandparent considering the difference between mine and Frosty’s age. We all could have lived happily ever after.”
Mom: You’ve gone out of hand. I should have put a leash on you.
Me: It’s too late for that ma. Always better to accept what you have than desiring for what others have.
My mother faints, almost.
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