I hate that every single time I come home, my mom has to ask me if I have a fiance boyfriend yet. I know that she strongly believes that whoever I date in college is going to end up as my husband. Nope, doesn’t matter that it’s highly likely that whoever I date will end up somewhere far away from me, depending on what jobs or grad school positions we’re offered upon graduation. AND NO MOM, YOU PROBABLY WON’T HAVE GRANDCHILDREN FROM ME, AND ON THE UNLIKELY NOTE THAT I DECIDE TO SHIT OUT ONE CHILD, THAT WON’T EVEN HAPPEN UNTIL AFTER I GET MY PHD/AM FINANCIALLY STABLE, AKA WHEN I’M OVER 30.






