Alright, so about me being engaged.
It’s fairly ridiculous, really. I mean, I’m so NOT READY to be married. A wife? Oh, my good God. What the hell was Fiance thinking?? Or, maybe I’m just not ready to see myself as married. I guess I still think of myself as a kid. I went from home to university. I’ve never really lived in the real world. University is a step TOWARDS the real world, but if you’re getting OSAP, (aka incurring a monstrous debt that you don’t have a prayer of paying off) you’re still not quite there yet.
My mother thinks that I’m too young, of course. She was 20 when she was married. 8 months ago, I would have used that as leverage in my favour. Now she uses it against me. “See? I was 20 when I got married, and LOOK WHAT HAPPENED!”
I’m SUCH a mamma’s girl. I can’t even dye my hair without asking her what she thinks of the colour. I’m truly pathetic. She likes Fiance of course, but she doesn’t see him as a good match for me. I wonder if it’s the whole, no-one-is-good-enough-for-my-daughter thing, or if it’s actually true. I mean, I have to face the fact that Fiance and are are REALLY different. But isn’t different a good thing? Opposites attract, and all that jazz? Plus, I mean, come on… He’s got that pesky Y chromosome that just throws everything out of whack. Of course, on the other hand, I’ve got the 21-28 day cycle that sends me to the nut shack, so who’s worse? Anyhow, my mother sees him as ‘too quiet for me’. That is, I’m a social freak, and he’s the poster-boy for introversion. I always thought it mellowed me out, and perked him up. Sigh.
Anyhow, the ring is really nice…