I know this is a horrible thing to say, but I'm sort of dreading Thanksgiving this year. It recently came to my attention that out of the fifty or so grandkids in my family, I've managed to become "the spinster". There are a few single guys left (including my younger brother), but it's not the same and you know it :) Even my baby sister is in a long term relationship and is planning on marriage in the near-ish future.
As previously stated, I really am okay with still being single. Honest! The problem is that Thanksgiving this year is with my mom's side of the family, the side with the fifty grandkids. I just tend to feel awkward around all my cousins with their spouses and children and domesticity. "Look, I made this great salad!" "That's cool. I can't afford to move out of my parents' house, so I didn't get a food assignment. I'm going to go help my mom now..." Plus, I just can't help feeling like a third wheel when talking to my cousins, whose husbands are standing right there next to them.
The other problem is that, despite my insistence otherwise, my aunts all seem to assume that I'm secretly in the depths of despair over my single-ness. At the last family activity, three of my aunts regaled me with stories of girls they knew that didn't get married until they were thirty, or even older, in an attempt to instill hope into my sad, single heart. I know they just want me to be happy and are trying to help, but I can't help feeling like a child being consoled because I'm not tall enough to ride the roller coaster.
So there it is, my woe of the day. Happy Thanksgiving, everyone :)
