I hate whenever my mother visits. She will always compare me to my older brother who has a wife and two kids, and she say that I should have found a husband by now. She will always bring up that I'm fat, but she never brings up that my older brother is also fat. When I try to tell her that I'm perfectly fine with not getting married or having kids, and that I would rather take care of dogs, she will say that I'm not right in the head.