Mama and marrying me off!!!

Another day, another mama drama, ok that actually not true, it’s more another day continuing mama drama.

The current/ latest, ok ongoing issue with my mother is marrying me off, in fact she has decided that it’s not only time I got married, but when, how and the names of my children!!!

Now while I understand her trepidation, (I am after all a woman of a certain age and people my age have gotten married and divorced a thousand times, in fact some are on their 3rd marriage and 10th kid) sometimes the woman takes it too far.

Now while a normal person would say something like:

‘Marriage is a wonderful thing, and I fully support you whenever you decide to get married’.

My mother says,

‘What else to you want, you finished school, you have a good job, GET MARRIED, ah ah, all your mates are getting married, what is wrong, do you want me to find you a husband, why don’t you marry that guy (random guy who I’ve never met before), you could marry Prince William (ok that was also once my dream nah still my dream damn Katie wassaname, me queen, loads of money, swaning around on posh holidays,….....) at this point I generally blank out and imagine my life as a princess, living the lavish totally posh lifestyle that I truly deserve ummmmmmmmmm.

Back to reality, but honestly my mother’s urge to marry me off seems to have reached a new frenzious (new word take note, I’ve copyrighted it) height. For some reason, the last year she’s done everything but go to heaven and ask God why I’m not married and popping our lil me’s or her as the case may been.

She’s dragged me off to weddings of family members I don’t know to see what my wedding could be like, she’s almost (I stopped her just in time) asked numerous men out on my behalf, she has in fact gone so far as to tell me (order me!!) to marry one of my friends, because what else makes for a perfect couple than friends, no counting that there’s no chemistry and kissing him would feel like kissing brother (and I don’t mean just a mouth buss but tonguing my brother. Ewwwwwwww, puke!!)

After one of our mother/ daughter talks, she finally asked me why I’m not married/ sprogged up or otherwise locked to a kitchen sink, and I explained.

To me marriage is not about the amount of money you spend during your wedding, it’s the amount of time you spend together before and after your wedding.

For me commitment is about getting to the point when I trust the other person enough to open up myself, warts and all. (I don’t have warts, it’s just a saying, it’s like saying hair net and pants for that time of the month)

I believe in grand romances and true love, I know they are impractical and rarely do they exist (if ever) but I believe that there is someone just for me out there, and I refuse to settle for less

The person I end up spending my life with, would understand that we are a partnership not a dictatorship

I then reciprocated and asked why she was so determined to marry me off, and she said something that floored me and I would never forget it, she said:

I don’t want you to ever have to be lonely and alone, I want you to find peace and love and I worry that if you’re not married before I die (she’s still young by the way, chances of dying are still light years away) I will never see that happiness in you.

How could you not love this woman? Uhu!