It is sinking in. Some sort of delayed reaction occurred I believe.
I had told him and told myself that I don’t want children. I don’t know. I was talking to my Australian friend and I realised something.
I can blame him sometimes because I want to be enough for my “one” but on another hand I know I can’t.
I saw what he wanted for a second. He wanted the person that he loved, huge in bed with his big meaty hands rubbing the belly and feeling the baby kick while quietly talking baby names. He wanted to know that that baby is half of his genetics and half the woman that he loves.
I can’t say that it doesn’t break my heart knowing that I will never have that with any man that I love. I will never have that choice. I want that choice.
I don’t know why it has taken me so long to realise that I would like this option. It is like I just turned all those feelings off to protect myself. I decided that I didn’t like being around children, that I didn’t want them. I did it to protect myself from dealing with the issue of not being able to have them in a healthy, sensible way.
Look. This isn’t me saying I want children. It is me saying that I really don’t know how I feel. This breaks me.