I often discuss wanting to be with somebody else and also dream of having kids. Then I’m kindly reminded, “who am i kidding?” There’s all this yelling at home and I hate it. Sometimes i seriously think my parents are just good roommates. maybe mediocre roommates at best who just have to deal with each other. I’m not exactly sure what relationship looks like anymore. I don’t think I want children either.
The only difference is, this time, I’m staying quiet about my “i don’t want children”. Every time I get into the “i don’t want children” aloud, my parents try to convince me otherwise, or guilt trip me into some idea. Whatever, I need to just get things done my way because, (self) discipline is freedom.