I know a caged bird is supposed to sing

I want to get married because:

I am sick of my sister and her bullshit talk about how her, her husband, her marriage and the decisions they have made in their marriage, and in their lives are perfect. I am sick of hearing it and I am sick of her not being able to accept that her husband is an idiot, a conceited idiot that I never liked and never will and that will never change his idiotic ways.
I am sick of my sister dropping off her children to spend the weekend at my place so she can have alone time with her husband with the assumption that I have no plans of my own. She drops them off with me with a forecfulnes that seems almost as if it is my responsibility while she is off gallivanting with her husband as if she were single and me the single one I am burdened with a car full of pesky children. Mind you, these kids are not the heavenly =, make you wish you some of your own type of kids, their peskiness is enough to drive a priest batty, and there is not enough patience with me and Job to deal with them.
I want my brother-in law to respect me as a Mrs. Somebody. Even if it’s Mrs. Federline at this point I don’t really care, as long as it is Mrs. Somebody and my life would belong to my husband and not my family as it has been for 30 years.