Dear Prudence,
I had to have a hysterectomy at 31 due to severe medical complications after a car accident. I am very lucky to even be alive. Rather than being happy for me, too much of my extended family is “in mourning” for my fertility. I was never big on marriage and kids—and my brush with death just solidified my stance. My brothers both have kids so it isn’t like the family line is in any danger, but my family acts like me never becoming a mom is somehow worse than me dying completely. My grandmother has burst into tears on more than one occasion over the subject while my disabled aunt will not shut up about surrogacy.
I have stated my feelings on the subject and asked them to drop it, but they still persist. The last time I got up and left in the middle of lunch because my grandmother started with the waterworks again. My parents are extremely angry with me over my “rudeness” and blame my grandmother’s behavior on her old age. I am their primary respite caregiver since my grandmother is in her 90s and my aunt can’t live alone. It is taxing enough to take care of them without hearing about how much of a waste of space my life is without children. Can you help?
—Hurt in Huntington