A fight with the pater

Sometimes, no everytime, I talk to the father, I feel myself going through a being division of sorts. Its like in the Terminator when Arnie cuts the evil future Mulder replacing Xfiles dude and his body sort of gellies out into two. And the evil Mulder replacing Xfile dude turns to you and you see that he is sort of divided into two but not quite because the two halfs are joined at the hip.
That's how I feel when I face the father.
There is a normal ME. who has all these different hues in her. And who is moody and ecstatic and crazy, a drunk lush. a sober thinker.
And then there is the ME who comes in to being when talking to father.
That ME tries too hard to be perfect.
And tries too hard to be like everybody else.
And really tries too too hard to please everybody.
And that ME has to be stopped.
Because the father and me had a huge almost unbloggable, soul searing exchange of heated words over the phone the other day.
And really that wouldn't upset me so much.
Because I know an exchange of words will be the least of my worries when i tell the father about The Boy.
What upset me so much was that despite that fact that the father knows not about The Boy, father is already slightly disappointed in the fact that daughter of 28 is unmarried.
What is it about being single at 28 that makes parents shake their heads and feel a bit ashamed?
And it isn't just an Indian/Asian thing.
I see it with my non-Indian friends too.
A guy unmarried at 28 is still hugely attractive. Parents might bemoan his single status but they usually smile and say - oh yes, he'll settle down one of these days.
But ME at 28 have only heard the following:
"You really need to get married soon. Your warranty in the marriage market is almost over"
This from distant relative whose son will be married in December. Said son is 28, college drop out and seems unable to hold steady job for more than 2 months.

"You need to hurry up. You are not getting younger. If you don't, one day you will regret not being able to have children"
This from former single friend who got married in a jiffy to first boy who came along after her boyfriend of 2 years dumped her.

"Oh are you married? No? But praying about right?"
This, interestingly enough from piting stranger in church.

I roll my eyes at you, silly relatives, friends and strangers. As for the Father, like evil xfiles dude did, I reclaimed the two self divided halves of me and showed it to him. He wasn't happy. But sometimes in life, you only have a choice of making one person happy. And even if it is selfish, I am choosing ME.