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.
Woman here in my mid 30s. I went through a few rough relationships, and in the last longterm one shifted my mindset from “of course I’ll have kids” to “I won’t put my body through that”
Since leaving that relationship, being in and out of therapy, and meeting someone that made me feel love in a way I didn’t think was possible, I’ve changed my mind back. I’d be fine with it if it never happened, but there’s something incredibly romantic about it to me. Being in such a vulnerable state where I’d need help but be supported. Putting my body through that, then having a common goal in raising them as a team.