Family Gatherings
It has taken me many years to get used to and "enjoy" family gatherings. Who knew marriage meant being thrust into twice as many gatherings? I've only just begun to adapt to and tolerate my husband's family gatherings. In fact, I almost found it comforting and pleasant at times to see certain individuals, that is of course, until I was traumatized. You often hear about the young boys who hate having to kiss or be kissed by aunt "so and so" whose breath may be funky and/or whose lipsticks smears all over their face. However, I dare say my experience far surpasses that in awkwardness and trauma. I had the pleasure of seeing a lovely old aunt of my husband who is legally blind. May I premise this by mentioning that she is in fact one of the few individuals who I enjoying seeing; she is such a lovely lady, but I digress. When greeting people she asks who is in front of her and then proceeds to give the individual a hug. To my surprise, it was much more than a hug that she gave me. Apparently while she was hugging me she felt something she thought was a baby, she groped around asking whose baby it was as I very awkwardly moved back and tried to escape her wandering hands. Trying to speak above the noise I kept saying "it's just me" while attempting to keep moving away from her. She, did not hear me above the noise and continued moving toward me and feeling at me. "The baby", of course, was my boob and I was horrified! So how do you live that down? Needless to say, though she is a sweet old lady, I can do without seeing her anytime soon! Sadly, the progress I have made all these years, has been wiped away in one evening! My husband, of course, thought it was pretty hilarious. Sure, because it wasn't he who was fondled!
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