Mother Knows Best...

Actual conversation with my mom this weekend:

Mom: Are you and The Hoff still together?
Me: Yes.
Mom: Okay, just checking. Your love life is like a revolving door-I have a hard time keeping up with you.

Um…did my mom just call me a whore? I’m not quite sure how else I’m supposed to interpret that statement.

I think she’s still upset that Pete and I broke up. She was banking on us tying the knot…something she likes to remind me of every time I come home to visit.

This is probably why I prefer to hang out with my dad while I’m at home. (See this post for further clarification.)

Dads never nag you about being single or try to force you down the aisle. In fact, they’d be perfectly content if their little girls stayed single and virginal forever. (Which I’m sure if you’re not married, they convince themselves is the case.)

On the flip side, moms equate their daughter’s success with her marital status. By the time our 25th birthday rolls around, if there’s no diamond on our finger, the nagging begins. It’s like they think we’re automatically doomed to be husband-less, cat-owning, old maids if we aren’t in some crazy rush to say “I do.”

Unfortunately for my mom, I take my sweet time in everything I do, so why should marriage be any different? Unfortunately for me, this means I’ll have to put up with incessant nagging for God knows how long.

Oy vey.