Home For The Holidays

I love turkey as much as the next person, but a conglomerate of family, friends and my hometown? How many times do you think I was asked about my love life.

• So, who are you dating now?
• I hope you’re having fun! You’re too young to not have fun.
• A little birdy tells me you have a new boo
• Let me see a pic of the guys you’re dating I want to live through you!
• You’ll eventually find someone to love you
• I heard he wants you back, just get back together.
• Probably shouldn’t overeat today if you’re in the dating game. Don’t want it to go to your ass.

That last comment was unnecessary because my weight gain goes to my stomach and then my thighs. In fact, they are all unnecessary. Eventually I just eye-rolled until I got so frustrated and pointed out that my 45 year old aunt and her on-again off-again boyfriend in a food coma on the couch wasn’t the type of relationship I wanted.

While I warranted off unwanted relationship advice from most of my family over 50 and shut down any rumors about me having a boyfriend / boo or whatever they call it — my brother was getting the same questions and advice but in a much easier to handle way.