[FRIEND LOCKED] Parent woes...
My mother is the only woman in the world who would drive me to murder, I swear. She called up and talked at me for half an hour about Bro's wedding arrangements and Niece's birthday plans. Well, that's what she said she was doing.
Actually what she was doing was sighing wistfully about my lack of wedding plans or babies, punctuated with 'Are you bringing anyone to our forty-fifth darling? Really, we don't mind who you bring, we'd love to meet them' You see, ever since I went through a bit of a dyke-y phase in the eighties, and when I've been single for a bit, she becomes convinced that I have a secret girlfriend I'm not telling her about.
It also turns out she's in on Brother and Sister's charming little plan to introduce me to all the single men in London. I may have snapped a little at that point, and intimated that if turning up to her anniversary without a date was that embarrassing to her, I'd rather not come and save everyone the hassle. Things got a bit short at that point, and she sounded pretty mad by the time she hung up.
It's just so frustrating. I love my Mum, I honestly do, and the worst thing is she is genuinely well meaning- she just wants me to be happy. Apparently what that means to her is settling down and producing babies left right and centre. Which, maybe? I dunno. I just wish she'd stop wanting it to happen so much.
ETA: I called Dad on his mobile. (He tends to hide on his allotment when he knows Mum's calling me.) He told me he'd talk to Mum and to put out the cigarette. (How does he know these things?) His advice that I should just bring a friend or something, no need to mention to Mother, eh? I said I'd think about it. That would be a solution, but Mum would spend the entire evening carping at them, and all the other relatives would talk to them about marriage and babies and how I'm a fine girl and then I wake up screaming. I don't know. I think I might eat some biscuits.
Actually what she was doing was sighing wistfully about my lack of wedding plans or babies, punctuated with 'Are you bringing anyone to our forty-fifth darling? Really, we don't mind who you bring, we'd love to meet them' You see, ever since I went through a bit of a dyke-y phase in the eighties, and when I've been single for a bit, she becomes convinced that I have a secret girlfriend I'm not telling her about.
It also turns out she's in on Brother and Sister's charming little plan to introduce me to all the single men in London. I may have snapped a little at that point, and intimated that if turning up to her anniversary without a date was that embarrassing to her, I'd rather not come and save everyone the hassle. Things got a bit short at that point, and she sounded pretty mad by the time she hung up.
It's just so frustrating. I love my Mum, I honestly do, and the worst thing is she is genuinely well meaning- she just wants me to be happy. Apparently what that means to her is settling down and producing babies left right and centre. Which, maybe? I dunno. I just wish she'd stop wanting it to happen so much.
ETA: I called Dad on his mobile. (He tends to hide on his allotment when he knows Mum's calling me.) He told me he'd talk to Mum and to put out the cigarette. (How does he know these things?) His advice that I should just bring a friend or something, no need to mention to Mother, eh? I said I'd think about it. That would be a solution, but Mum would spend the entire evening carping at them, and all the other relatives would talk to them about marriage and babies and how I'm a fine girl and then I wake up screaming. I don't know. I think I might eat some biscuits.