After hiding from people for the past few hours, I finally had to face the much dreaded 'how do you feel about the news' discussion. My father was the one to bring it up. I (avoiding conflict yet again) volleyed the question back to him without answering. Catching on to my ruse, my father asked again. I said that it doesn't really matter what I think, and that as long as she's happy.. So my mom says "What, you're not happy for her? You don't like Dave?" I said, no, that wasn't it, it's not that I don't like him, it's just that I don't know if he proposed because he wants a wife or if he wants Mary. Which, to much, is SUCH a crucial question. There was a bit of silence, until my father says, "you know, I'm sort of inclined to agree with you". I had to ask him to repeat himself, because I was surprised to hear that. I half-thought I was making all of this of up, just being insecure and paranoid - but now I don't think I am.

With this, my mother got her back up and became defensive. I said that it all goes back to how Mary, in one year, has become a housewife, and that isn't like her. Then my mother says, AND I QUOTE:

"That's what we all become when we get into relationships"

Gasp.

Horror.

With every ounce of restraint I could muster, I told her that me and 20 of my closests friends would disagree with her. I stopped myself from going on any more and told her we should drop the subject, because it's only going to end up in a fight.

So, we stopped. But I told my father that I really appreciated that he agreed with me. It makes me feel infinitely better. Not about the engagement, mind you, but about not being crazy.

Sorry about writing so much about this. It's just sort of shaken my foundation. I feel like I'm airing during laundry or something, but it's not like anyone who I don't want to read this will. Besides, isn't this was blogging is for?