I never felt I needed to have a boyfriend. I had friends but never a romantic friend. At 28 my mother was diagnosed with cancer and her dying wish was to see me safely married, never mind that I had a Master's degree and was earning over six figures. The lucky guy was 32, a bohemian musician with a day job making far less than me. Only him, she chose him.

I wasn't against him, I just wasn't for him. Getting married was not what I was thinking of, but now my mother wanted me to grow up. We got married at my mother's house because she was too ill to leave the house. I told my new husband that I wanted to be expecting before my mother died. We just made it. Then I was alone, my mother was gone, I inherited the house, her car and some money and her personal jewelry. I thought of what I was going to do, I married him because my mother told me too, I started a family to please her. I got my Master's to please her. Now what?

I quit my job and my bohemian husband had to get another job. Whatever happened my days of working had come to an end and I told my husband that I wanted to have the family my mother longed for. He shrugged his shoulders with another 'whatever' and we settled into a new lifestyle for both of us in my mother's home, all I had was my husband and my future family.

Today my family consists of my husband, my two daughters and a son on the way. We added a bathroom to the house, traded in my mother's car for an SUV, my husband's bohemian days are in the past and my mother's ashes are on my dresser. She asked that we take her ashes to the mountains when a grandbaby boy was born. Our baby boy will be here any day and we will go to the mountains and put my mother to rest.

Thank you for listening to my story, I want my mother to hear that her daughter is fine and grown up now.