The implication in most common uses of the word “family” is a definition of 3 or more people: Mom, Dad and Kid. Two lovestruck, star-crossed lovers apparently aren’t as bonded as they thought, or at least, not if they want to be called a “family”.
In my single days, I was one of a three-woman set. We were together almost every weekend, and two of us worked together. On Thanksgivings, we got creative: make-your-own-pizza was the menu one year, and all-you-can-eat crab legs the next. I often say that the experience taught me that Thanksgiving is about who’s around the table, not what’s on it. I always knew we were a family.
Now that the number of households with adults living alone is exploding, the idea of family-you-choose may gain more acceptance. I’m betting that women are better positioned for this new life stage because we’re more likely to have already webbed together a support network of girlfriends. A family.