[F]or me, having children is a “fuck yes or no” decision: either I say “fuck yes” to it, or I say “no.” “I guess so” isn’t good enough. “I’m really unsure, but we’ll see how it goes” isn’t good enough. “Well, I dunno, but everyone says I’ll regret it if I don’t” isn’t good enough.

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If I never become certain, then I won’t be having children. And if I regret that later in life, that will be painful, but I will tolerate it knowing that it’s preferable than the other way around. Because the other way around, that pain would be my children’s to bear as well. I would rather regret not having children than raise children who have to live with the knowledge that their parent regrets having them.

Miri on children.

I’m at the age where a lot of my friends have started having kids and… nope. It does not in any way shape or form make me also want any.

Also? The number of parents who confess to you, when you admit that you never intend to have children, that they also wish they’d never had children? Kinda terrifying.