I could have a PhD in Astrophysics.
I could be the country's most successful neurosurgeon.
I could become a medical malpractice lawyer or a maxillofacial surgeon.
I could have been the CEO of one the world's most powerful organizations.
I could be busy arbitrating peace in the Middle East as a UN Negotiator.
I could be the first woman to discover life on another planet.
I could be the President of the country.
Not a damn would be given, no sirree.
None of this would really matter to my parents unless I was a boy.
When my younger brother was born, my grandmother told me that the first thing my mom asked, groggy from the drugs, was the sex of the baby. When she heard it was a boy, she groaned out a "thank God" and fell asleep.
I wonder what she thought when I was born. Probably something along the lines of "Oh shit! Oh well! Now we need to find her a boy."
I know it sounds harsh to have that view of my parents. I love my parents and I'm pretty sure they love me. I know they want me to be happy. Its just, our ideas of happiness are polar opposites at the moment.
But I know now, after my last great showdown with my mother, that she and I will only find peace with each other when I tie the knot and then provide her with twenty grandchildren or so.
Now how do I say this politely?
Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn.