I was having lunch with my Mom the other day and we were
talking about my upcoming 30th birthday and in this conversation,
she casually commented that she’s long given up on my getting married and
having kids. First things first… thanks mom, love you too, and second of all; I’m
30, I am not past my sell by date just yet.
I knew what she meant, however, days before my 30th
part of me heard that comment as her calling me unlovable and telling me I was
going to die alone. When in fact she was commenting on how happy I seem on my own and
that I’m not longing after anything, love or kids. I am happy and am kicking
butt at the minute.
Despite knowing what she meant, part of me is a little hurt.
Why can’t I kick butt and have love and kids too? I’m 30, there’s still time,
my eggs are rotten yet. I am, despite my mother’s comment, lovable. I mean, perfectly
messed up unavailable men are into me, so surely there must be a decent one out
there somewhere I don’t repulse.
Or maybe I’m wrong and I am an egg salad sandwich; bonus
points if you know what that’s from. Anyways, I am going to go and drink,
because that’s what unlovable people do. But, before I go I have this question
for you; at what age are you a lost cause? Let me know in the comments below.
And as always stay and play safe.
Love,
The Honest Bitch
