Why are others more concerned about my marriage than me?
Is it genuine concern or snooping? Is there underlying bitchiness or jealousy involved?
Maybe people find my freedom a threat…
My mum is the only person who I can genuinely believe is concerned but even that concern is triggered by worry of what others will think.
Why is my expiry date for marriage determined by society?
At a time when divorce rates are at an all time high, shouldn’t these so-called concerned samaritans be grateful I’m single and happy and not married and depressed, or divorced?
Will my achievements in education, career, family, friends, independence ever get recognition? Or is an Asian woman’s achievement dictated by how soon she got married, what her husband does, how many children she has – God forbid she only has daughters!
When the hell will everyone tear away from these social demands to live and let live a little?!
Ironically, all my married friends do is moan about their in-laws, those with a baby moan about finance or lack of social life, those in a relationship moan about issues with their partner.
Thank you God for sparing me that bull****!
On a practical level, I agree settling down earlier makes sense to start a family with potentially fewer biological problems. And I’d rather be a young mum than one whose old enough to be my child’s gran. But why should I settle for just anyone because my biological clock is ticking? Imagine how screwed up my child would be if my marriage was a farce!
And then I’m accused of being fussy. Well I’m sorry if the only guys who approach me are non-Indian. And the marriage proposals I get are guys who boast themselves on Facebook with pictures of them paralytic, find me too intimidating because I have a brain or they’re still attached to their mummies by the umbilical cord.
People find it shocking when I give just two requirements for my life partner. So please tell me, how does that make me fussy exactly..? No really, tell me – how on Earth does it make me fussy that I have preferences on what the man who I plan to spend the rest of my life with, live out my dreams with and start a family with, will be like?
I’ve got a feeling this rant will go on a while so its best I declare it: rant over!