Sometimes, I hear snide remarks about how many places that I have lived and the different industries in which I have worked. Whenever I fail to rise to the bait, they glance at my ringless left hand and start in about how someone my age will more than likely never get married or raise children.
I will admit that in the past catty remarks about my marital status and lack of children could trigger a reaction out of me. But, now, I turn the conversation to them and inquire about their life and families.
More often than not, this provokes a 10 minute diatribe about how stressful their suburban life is and the struggles that they are having within their respective marriages. For a few moments, I see how unhappy they are with their own life circumstances. Perhaps, how my outlier status is proof that their is another way in which to exist in this world.
Still, these weekly occurrences can wear on my soul.