Yesterday, having ka chai with some ka hot friend of mine, we talked about so many things.. then that issue of being banjad grandkids in hints by our mommies… we have reached that age when everyone in the family looks at you like a ripe investment… ripe for plucking! they keep asking you about “any special friend” that you may have, and worry that you don’t want to settle down and cook for your husband!
its amazing that while u sit and grit your teeth while your relatives openly discuss your prospects, your age mates’ lives are moving on… they call with news of impending nuptials, and the whole hurahaaa of planning baby showers, bridal showers, fittings, and decor selections…. and you get excited and go shopping… and then take lots of pictures, and coo over the newly born babies… but deep down you know that you wish it were you getting all the excitement….
then this is where you make the worst mistake!! You start looking at your current boyfriend and weigh your prospects. You see that clearly there’s no future with him. His idea of a relationship is you to clean his house and open for him when he comes home drunk from his constant nights out. He freaks out when you joke about the possibility of having a child, and you sit and sigh… you look back and see that the 3-4 years you have spent investing in this relationship were all a lie…
Then it dawns on you, that you read something like this>>>>>
So you sit there and despair! And keep praying to God and hoping for a miracle.
Weeks, months and years go by and you realise that the process of getting back in the game and meeting new people has become a tedious process! So you keep snubbing events, making excuses… literally letting yourself go!
Christmas comes by and you lie that you have to work so that you avoid the questioning looks from you mother, or not-so-gentle remarks from your aunties.
Eventually, you look up your ex and one thing leads to another, and the cycle starts all over again!