Kids

What is it with the men I meet? They all ask pretty quickly about kids. They want them. I can't have them.

I want kids, have wanted kids, even though my life isn't set up for them financially. it's something to work for. However, I can't actually get pregnant.

I think I would make a great mom. I'm patient and diligent, A good listener and, when required, a strong advocate. Last summer, after a group of kids kicked my niece off a playground, I tracked them down along with their parents and got an apology.

So, this is the second man I've dated who jumps to the kid question right off the bat. He wants 'em. I can't have 'em. I mention adoption, but I know it's not the same. Men who want kids want to pass on their genetic material. In market terms, I'm a bad investment, a complete waste of time.

So anyway, it makes me sad. It's one of those life-unfair things. I see it, i know it, I understand it, but I don't like it and wish it weren't so, and I just had to say that

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