I spent yesterday with my mother. A beloved woman though she is, she knows how to push my buttons and change me from confident, happy, and fun loving, to suicidal, paranoid and incredibly pissed off!
As a “beautiful” 25 year old my mother’s view is that I should have men falling at my feet, wanting to whisk me off my feet and impregnate me at the earliest opportunity.
As this is not happening, she spent ALL day thinking up wild ideas and theories about why this isn’t happening. She starts off simple enough “Your too beautiful.” Therefore men do not want to approach me, if this is the case, how I solve the problem? Stop wearing makeup, careless about my appearance? AND why aren’t supermodels single? Don’t see Gisele struggling to find a man!
She then turns to it being the man’s problem “They are all turning towards the bum!” as she so tastefully put it. She goes on to spouts some misunderstood, Daily Mail inspired clap trap about there being more gay men, due to women taking the pill. As well as being massively wrong this is out of my control and just continued to push me closer to the edge.
My mother also observes that men (apparently) look at me, therefore it is now my fault as to why I am not dating or ‘settled down’. She seems to think that my singleness in within my control and I am purposefully staying single to annoy her. She tells me a sad heart wrenching story, it started like this “I’m ready for a grandchild now!” As if at these words I will self combust and produce a child. “I have to look at the woman across the road playing with her little grandchild. I’m ready for it now.” I know, your thinking 'Poor old woman, what a life she has to lead.' HA! These are not the words of comfort I look for, and further, do not make me want to give in to her and ‘give her a grandchild’ she so wishes for.
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