When I was young, I knew that what was expected of me was that I would get married, have children and live the whole “American dream” with the 2 kids, dog, big house, minivan and whatever else the 70’s/80’s mentality I grew up with pushed. I too thought this was how I would spend my adulthood until I met my husband. See, I could see a future with him but when I really got into my teen years I started questioning if children were a part of the “dream” that I really wanted. I was 17 when we started dating and literally I told him after a month that I didn’t know if I wanted kids and if that was important to him he might want to go elsewhere. Well at 19 he was going to say when he needed to in order to get in the drawers. That’s fine. But this was a feeling that didn’t change in me as we dated and eventually got engaged. He said he didn’t need kids to be “whole” and he was really supportive regardless. What I found to be so interesting and ultimately highly intrusive was how as soon as we were engaged and well into the first few years of our marriage people felt they had the right to grill us about when we were starting a family.
Apr 10
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