As of a few weeks ago, I’m 37 years old. So why don’t I remember that when my parents get their barbs in?
For example, three weeks ago my happy ass was at a family reunion. One of my nice cousins asked me if I thought I’d ever get married again. (I’ve been divorced for 12 years.) I politely said that I don’t think marriage is ever in the cards for me, and it’s not important to me at this point in my life. My dad said, in front of every relative at the dinner table:
“Yeah right. You aren’t ever going to get married again because no one will ever ask you!”
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