I never wanted kids. Even when I was a child myself, I used to tell my school friends that I will never have a baby.
The whole idea of an alien life growing in your body, and the subsequent loss of control over your life, was terrifying to me. As an adult, I was sometimes having nightmares about being pregnant past the legal abortion date my country has.
In my late twenties, I started to question my decision when almost all my close friends started a family. Even at this point, the furthest I ever got to was “I might consider having kids if I find the perfect partner.” I knew I would have somehow made it – and maybe even make a good parent – but the whole idea was nonetheless still very unappealing.
The perfect partner came to my life just as I turned thirty. One year into our relationship, we carefully poked around the topic of having children. To my relief, he told me he was never particularly into the idea of having kids either. We agreed on taking care of each other instead, and spending our precious time and money on ourselves, our projects, travelling, friends and hobbies.
Now we are living the most loving, happy and adventurous life I could ever wish for. And sometimes we make a remark on how lucky we are to not have any yelling, snotty children in the back seat of our car and we laugh out loud.