The prospect of marriage is something that I’ve only recently decided that I would like to experience for myself someday. My maternal grandparents divorced when my mother was very young, and my grandfather eventually remarried to the woman he’d been having an affair with throughout the course of their marriage. My grandmother, however, did not remarry. My parents have been married for almost 28 years, and despite grand-mère‘s persistent meddling and need to control every little aspect of their lives, they’re still very much in love and happy. 

      Grand-mère has always wanted me to marry into a wealthy family to some man whom I can’t stand. She wants me to be like my aunt, I suppose. Unhappy, but well off – someone she can control and reap the benefits from. That’s just how she is, and the more I think about it, about her, and why she is the way she is, the more it saddens me.