Mothers are from Mars, Daughters are from Venus

Another day, another argument with my mother.

While I do love that woman to bits, it seems we have close to nothing in common, save for our genetic makeup.

In another of our classic quarrels, things got heated when the topic of relationships and marriage filtered its way into conversation. I casually commented on the fact that my friends and I are closely nearing the typical age for settling down, and that where relationships are concerned, I'm still unaccustomed to thinking so far ahead for marriage to even rate a blip on my radar.

To my surprise, this is about the point where mum blew a gasket. What ensued was an impassioned 15-minute-long tirade. In a nutshell, she reckons a relationship is a mere formality before an inevitable marriage, which I understand a lot of people believe too, but it was the "inevitable" part that bothered me. She practically equated the commitment level of entering into a new relationship to getting engaged.

In the battle between my mind and my mouth, the latter won, predictably. I argued how preposterous it is to not get into a relationship unless you were certain he'd be your future husband. By her logic, I'll be marrying my next boyfriend! (Fingers crossed it's Jake from Say Anything, haha, joke!) To make matters worse, I decided to compare relationships to test driving multiple cars before deciding on the right one. Unwise, so unwise. To a strict traditional Catholic mother's ears, I might as well have confessed I was a slut.

I suppose there was never going to be a right answer besides, "You're right, mum, you're absolutely right."

x Dianne


Note to self: Blog about last week... Soundwave, Death Cab, etc.