Grandmother: So baby, you know, both of your sisters are in serious relationships now. Do you have plans on getting in one yourself?
Me: Well, mawmaw, I mean, I’ve been in serious relationships before, you know…
Grandmother: No, I know, baby. But I mean, for right now.
Me: I’m good for now, mawmaw. It’ll happen when it happens, you know.
Grandmother: Okay. Well, I mean, you don’t even have a “friend”?
Me: *takes huge gulp from my glass of wine* Not right now, mawmaw, but thanks for the talk.
I guess I should have expected these kinds of conversations would start rearing their ugly heads sooner rather than later in my family. It’s just that after all the praising I did of them in an earlier post for not pressuring me to start a family in the next day (like other friends of our family), I wasn’t exactly expecting them to take a nose dive straight into lunacy this past Christmas.
But that’s exactly what they did.
Well not everyone, my mom was the one person still not telling me to marry the next man who asked for my phone number. But as for everyone else? Oh they pure lost their minds! Between both my sisters telling me how they needed me to get married and start having babies soon so they could have some babies to play with to my bff’s husband not so subtly offering to introduce me to one of his friends in a way that was quite clear he thought I couldn’t meet anyone on my own, it was definitely, shall we say, an interesting trip home for the holidays.¹
To make matters worse, my ex, who was hinting at marriage 2 years ago when I broke up with him, was also trying to meet up with me while I was home. Right in the midst of all this… pressure. Yes, that’s right. Right in the midst of everyone asking why I wasn’t married yet, the man who wanted to marry me was asking for another chance.
And I still said no.
Because despite the fact that some in my family now consider me a 29 year old spinster, nothing would make me sadder than to know that I rushed into a relationship because my family thought it was time. I love them dearly, and I know some of their comments were in jest, but like I told my grandmother not 4 hours after arriving in New Orleans.
“It’ll happen when it’s supposed to happen.”
And not a minute before then.
1 I should point out, that despite this, it was a good trip home. I got to see lots of family and friends I love dearly.