My Family Treats Me Like A Freak

There. I said it.

Dad's surgery went fine. Afterwards he said that he kept thinking about his grandchildren, which is very sweet. My sister and brother - parents of said grandchildren - stood there glowing, as if boasting of their achievement (having kids). I was left out, naturally. I failed to produce a grandchild. I'm not even married, ptooy, for shame. Babe, will you marry me? That way I can at least say I've covered that part... You don't have to commit or anything, you're free to spend time with and sleep with whomever you want, just let me mark that mandatory "checkbox" - that I am a married woman. I'll say you're a man, would you like that? You might.

But then again, I don't think there's anything I can say or do that will make them change their minds about me. They need their black sheep, and me?... I'm... well... Baaaaaaaaaah.