“Forty two now and had no regrets until a couple years ago. Now I sometimes regret the decision, and wish I could go back and do things differently. Other times, I am glad to not have kids.”
I can’t preach about making the most out of a divorce. I have yet to do that.
“Must not watch porn and must not have patriotic tattoos.”
Being a non-mom does not mean our lives lack complexity, or that they are easy, or that we don’t have daily struggles for which we could use a kind word.
The last one I heard was that “women tell you how you feel or assume how you feel rather than listening to you and what you actually want”.
“He told me I was gorgeous—and that I looked exactly like his sister.”
“I always remember the first door that closed behind me that didn’t have a handle.”
Being childfree involves a second person so rarely discussed: your partner. And it doesn’t matter if he sits on the bathroom floor with you for an hour, sharing your sobs, calling you beautiful and amazing. He wants a child. And you don’t.
I’ve been asked multiple times, “When are you having kids?” and I can’t help but wonder why so many people are interested in when my husband and I are having sex. I smile and change the topic immediately, but it doesn’t mean I don’t see their judging eyes and bitter frowns.
“We both realized that we were way more sexually compatible than we ever previously thought. Our relationship had been so shitty that we never realized we both had so many of the same kinks. Our sex had always been vanilla and gentle.”