Despite the fact that I love children, I’ve always resented the idea of having children of my own. How to explain to that new, pure and naive being why it is conceived? Also, having children revokes our individuality.
My ex called me today, only to say that my mere existence is messing her life up, despite that we haven’t heard from each other in months, and live far away from each other. Does that mean that I should kill myself, in order to make her happy?
