Well, I now know what an awkward family gathering is like... Today was the day that I realized what it's like to be single and living on your own in my family. You're not seen as an adult. You're still seen as attached to your parents. You aren't given any direct notification about what time to be at an event or any meal responsibilities. You aren't considered to be your own family.
Then someone says something about how you need to get on the ball and get married and have a family. I'm thinking, "Ha, not any time soon! Sitting around with no major prospects and a mending heart isn't conducive to getting married."
I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself. I'd like to think I have a family at my home: me, my roommate, and my few close friends. We take care of each other. I'd like to fully understand why it's so hard for my family to understand that I want to be relied on. It pushes me to not worry so much about being single if I have to deal with my own stuff.
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