Is this a generational thing? My mother was married at 21. I am, right now, 24. I am single. This seems to cause her concern.
She worries I won’t have someone to take care of me. I think I take care of myself. I consider myself successful for someone who just got out of school. Such as:
I have a good job. Yes, yes, I bitch about my boss, but it goes with the position. On a honest day, I know I make good money, have fantastic benefits, the company is growing and there’s room for me to grow with it.
I have a house. It’s rented, yes, but it’s nice. It’s clean and well furnished. Really. I even scrub the shower. I have my own washing machine! I put up Christmas lights (okay, my roommate did that. But only because she’s taller. I did the tree). Our bills are always paid. My car insurance was well researched and is always promptly paid. Speaking of the car, when my original one was totaled, I researched and selected a new one, and purchased it without having to call either parent. I moved across the country, for the love of God, and I have yet to come snivelling home.
She worries about me being alone, but I have great friends. Someone is always there to drive me to the doctor when I’m sick or feed me tissues on a bad day. I’m happier than I’ve ever been in my whole life, but somehow every single time I talk to her, we end up talking about men and therefor marriage.
I talked to her today, and I mentioned the guy I like. The FIRST thing out of her mouth is “Will he be able to take care of you?” ARRRRGGGGHHHH. Am I the only woman who doesn’t start flirting with ‘hey, lemme see your paystub?’ Look, I know he’s not a bum. He has his own place, and wrestles the check away from me at lunch now and again. This is enough for me.
What’s worse is, my mother isn’t a housewife. She’s a freaking life-long proffesional. She worked when I was growing up, just like her mother before her. (Untill illness stopped her, Grandmom was a tax accountant. Being a working mom in the 50’s was probably no small feat, socially). She taught me my whole life that I should always be able to provide for myself financially, no matter what situation I was in. I think that’s good advice. So what the hell is going on now? GRRRRR.
(I’m sorry, I know it’s the pit and I curse with the best of them, but. . .jeez, it’s about my mom)
Also, unrelated to this and underserving of it’s own thread, I stuffed, sealed, addressed and stamped 426 Christmas Cards. I hate the post office (why to you even MAKE non-self-stick stamps?), the inventors of this god forsaken holiday, and each and every one of my bosses client/associates/contacts/etc. Bah humbug. If I had a husband I’d just have to lick his cards, too.