I’ll start. I’m a 37-year-old woman, and I’ve always been indifferent about having children. I love peace and quiet, but at the same time, I wouldn’t mind having kids if my partner really wanted them.
I’ve been with my husband for 13 years now and married for 11. I’m his second (and final) wife. He has three kids with his first wife. She was supportive of him taking a second wife, with just one request: no more children. That solidified my decision not to have kids.
With what I’ve learned about humanity and reality over the years, I’ve only become more sure the right move is to never bring another life into this mortal hellscape only to be obliterated at the end. I have the desire, but I deny my own selfishness.