Dear Abby has addressed this many times and I believe you are right

I'm probably one of those rude people too because the majority of people are married and have kids and you are the minority.  I don't believe I've ever directly asked why a person is not married, but I know I have wondered to myself. 

I'm struggling with my teenage son who was recently diagnosed with ADHD, a husband who quit is job and has no income, and me sitting at this computer for 70 hours a week trying to support my family.  This is my second marriage and I've asked myself many times why I remarried.

I love my family, but I do envy the single person, especially when my life and family are so difficult right now.

By the way, I think your answer is excellent and a great way to shut people up.  You could always say something like I'm single because I've chosen to be single and that's that.

Good luck and I'm sorry for the inconsiderate people out there.

• Is this right or wrong? - never been married
  • It's definitely wrong. - Just tell them
  • Tell them the truth, you're still looking for a man that's good enough ; ) - sm
  • It is rude to ask someone if they are married. If they offer fine, if not, butt out. SM - Dolly M.
  • Simply tell them this - - missy
  • I'm married and don't have kids, so - Misha
  • My favorite answer is, "Why do you ask?" and if that - M.A.
  • I may ask about... - trose
  • I would not lie about my marital status. I would tell anyone who is bold-faced enough to ask - giddy pc guru
  • As you age you will learn that a good answer - Angie
  • Dear Abby has addressed this many times and I believe you are right - on the money...SM
  • I think you do have a point, but sm - married one
  • I don't think its rude per se - I'm in the same boat - 40
    • What kind of people are the ladies above running into - Sue
      • People are more polite in the deep south. There is a sense of decorum. - That doesn't exist in my city.

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Bill Maher at the very end of his show Friday night (Real Time With Bill Maher) addressed this very thing in the final new rules of his show...the seriousness about the bees dying off...and what will happen if pollination no longer occurs.  VERY SCARY indeed.

Not looking for a Bill Maher like or dislike flame....just stating he brought this to MY attention Friday night....I didn't know about the bees/pollination issue nor exactly what that all meant.

Thanks for mentioning the bees/pollination issue here. 

Please stop calling me 2 and 3 times when I don't answer the phone.  Please stop immediately calling my cell phone when you don't get me at home.  I'm 34 years old.  I work, I'm married, and I have 3 kids, so I might be kind of busy some days.  When I do answer, please don't scream at me -- "Where have you been?  I've been calling you for an hour!"  I might be working or I might be at the school or I might be working out -- anyway you look at it, I'm 34 years old and have a right to make my own decisions.

When you do talk to me, please don't lay the guilt trip on me because "no one will help you hang your wallpaper."  Did you ask my brother, who lives 2 hours away to help?  Did you ask my sister who lives 2 hours away to help?  Did you ask my other brother who lives an hour away but comes home every weekend to hang out with his friends to help?  Probably not.  You called me because I'm only 5 minutes away and you know I "don't really work".  Perhaps I would be willing to help with you these things if you'd call ahead and ask me when I'm available, instead of waiting till you get up one day and just feel like getting the wallpaper hung. 

BTW, why can't you just hire someone to hang it?  That's what I did this summer when I needed a babysitter and you weren't available. 

Yes I know you care.  I know you spent your life raising me and my siblings.  I realize you may be lonely, but part of that is your own fault.  I would call more often if you were more pleasant to talk to instead of always complaining about someone or something that didn't go your way.  I would enjoy spending more time with you if you made it pleasant, instead of complaining to the waitress that the coffee tastes bad and that they put too much mayo on your sandwich and that you don't like the restaurant because they don't let you seat yourself.  When I ask you to pick, you always say it doesn't matter when obviously it does. 

You're married.  You should ask Dad to help you hang the wallpaper.  He doesn't like spending time with you either because you constantly pick fights.  Anything that goes wrong is always his fault.  Why can't you just laugh it off once in a while?  Have you forgotten how to have fun?  Where is that woman I used to know when I was a teenager?  We had such good times together then and laughed more than ever.  What has happened to make you so bitter?  I've tried to talk to you about it, but you just won't listen to reason.  You always say it was someone else's fault.  When do you accept the blame? 

The next time you come over to my house and something comes up missing we are going to have a serious problem on our hands.  I am really tired of seeing your daughters wearing my kids missing clothing and when asked you say you bought them.  NOT TRUE.  I cannot believe that you would steal something like an apple corer or my neat little pill cutter that I bought.  I cannot believe that you have stolen so much from me that your children are starting to do it now too.  Your daughter stole my daughter's stuffed whale and you KNOW THIS yet stick up for her when questioned.  AMAZING.  I mean what.... doesn't welfare give you enough help?  Also, I am tired of you calling me during my well-known work hours just to talk about absolutely nothing so that I can listen to you yell and scream at your kids and your husband.  And when I say I have to go, I am working, you say that really sucks to have to work.  Yeah, it kinda does.... but I dont want to have to resort to stealing instead.  My suggestion to you would be to GET A JOB and BUY YOUR OWN THINGS. 

Thanks, Big Sis

Dear Mom:

Thank you for being a wonderful, loving, kind, and caring mother and grandmother.

Thank you for respecting the fact that I do work at home and have a husband and 3 children.

Thank you for, on the occasions you must call during my work hours, making it short and sweet, getting down to business, and letting me go so I can get back to work!

I love our hour-long phone conversations when I'm not busy and Dad's in the garage working. I love having lunch with you on Fridays when I can. I love walking around the mall with you and window shopping...cause we're both too broke to buy anything!

You are my best friend and I cherish every moment we spend together, not only as mother and daughter, but as friends.

With much love,

Your daughter

Thank you for being so "terrible" that your ex decided she had enough of you and tossed you to the side. Wow, you are terrible; same job for 25 years, respectable, handsome, has a good relationship with his family, honest, moral, respects my work in and around the house, you were not a deadbeat dad, you always compliment me, you make me laugh daily, you know the freedom of living debt free and saving for the future, you take me on the best vacations and most importantly, you love me for who I am, flaws and all.

Oh, and to the ex...you blew it honey...no wonder you called a couple of years ago and tried to get him back; it didn't work. Thanks, things have only gotten better!

A grateful wife

luckily everything went well all 3 times.  My best friend wasn't so lucky and miscarried soon after telling people.

to mention that his father never contributed any money, not a penny?  Since you keep repeating it, it must be very significant in your mind.  His father never contributed a penny to raising him.  Now there is a rift between you and your son because of money.  Anybody else out there think these two points are more connected than they may appear to be on the surface?

Dear Santa,

I've been a good mom all year. I've fed, cleaned and cuddled my children on demand, visited the doctor's office more than my doctor, sold sixty-two cases of candy bars to raise money to plant a shade tree on the school playground. I was hoping you could spread my list out over several Christmases, since I had to write this letter with my son's red crayon, on the back of a receipt in the laundry room between cycles, and who knows when I'll find anymore free time in the next 18 years.

Here are my Christmas wishes:

I'd like a pair of legs that don't ache (in any color, except purple, which I already have) and arms that don't hurt or flap in the breeze; but are strong enough to pull my screaming child out of the candy aisle in the grocery store.

I'd also like a waist, since I lost mine somewhere in the seventh month of my last pregnancy.

If you're hauling big ticket items this year I'd like fingerprint resistant windows and a radio that only plays adult music; a television that doesn't broadcast any programs containing talking animals; and a refrigerator with a secret compartment behind the crisper where I can hide to talk on the phone.

On the practical side, I could use a talking doll that says, "Yes, Mommy" to boost my parental confidence, along with two kids who don't fight and three pairs of jeans that will zip all the way up without the use of power tools.

I could also use a recording of Tibetan monks chanting "Don't eat in the living room" and "Take your hands off your brother," because my voice seems to be just out of my children's hearing range and can only be heard by the dog.

If it's too late to find any of these products, I'd settle for enough time to brush my teeth and comb my hair in the same morning , or the luxury of eating food warmer than room temperature without it being served in a Styrofoam container.

If you don't mind, I could also use a few Christmas miracles to brighten the holiday season. Would it be too much trouble to declare ketchup a vegetable? It will clear my conscience immensely. It would be helpful if you could coerce my children to help around the house without demanding payment as if they were the bosses of an organized crime family.

Well, Santa, the buzzer on the dryer is ringing and my son saw my feet under the laundry room door. I think he wants his crayon back.

Have a safe trip and remember to leave your wet boots by the door and come in and dry off so you don't catch cold.

Help yourself to cookies on the table but don't eat too many or leave crumbs on the carpet.

Yours Always, MOM...!

P.S. One more thing...you can cancel all my reques ts if you can keep my children young enough to believe in Santa.

AMEN to that