Grandma’s “I’m sad you are single” face during one of my many futile attempts to distract her from the fact. At what point is it acceptable to make up a boyfriend so she stops worrying?
I used to roll my eyes when she would talk about how I was getting older and needed to get married, how I was running out of time and needed to hurry. I recently came to realize that it is the fear that she is getting older and running out of time that compels her to constantly bring it up. I don’t complain about the nagging anymore, because it’s something I’ve come to fear as well.
We tried to call Joanna to cheer her up. That bitty didn’t pick up a single phone call.