I get this from the distant, but really traditional, countryside part of my family. Not sure how to tell them I already eloped with a handsome bucket of greasy pork gelatin about ten years ago.
Also, the "you are such a wonderful cook, your husband and children will be so lucky to have you" discussion. Wut? Really?
I don't even know where to start. Usually, I don't even argue, because I know its pointless, and also try to avoid eye contact with my siblings, cos the shrieking laughter would be hard to explain.
Anyway, I see them like once in every four years, for only a couple of hours, so...