by EM RUSCIANO
“Here she is! Miss Party Animal 2012. Do you even remember what your children look like?”
Yes, that was the opening line from one of my husband’s relatives upon my arrival at a family function on Sunday. It didn’t stop there….
“You have a better gay life than I do.”
“Why don’t you ever wear pants when you go out?”
“I saw you dressed as Rihanna one weekend and then Britney last night.”
“Have you forgotten your husband and children? Here they are, how about I introduce you to them.”
Facebook has a lot to answer for. I see these people once a year. I usually get along with them very well. When two of them requested my friendship on Facebook I of course accepted. I had no idea they would be keeping very close tabs on my social activities and drawing incorrect conclusions about my parenting.
I had my first child when I was 21. From there I was on Australian Idol, moved two states, hosted breakfast radio, got married, bought a house, had another baby – cue post natal depression, quit said radio job, sold my house and moved back home to Melbourne.