When I hear people talk about how they feel about their children, it always sounds like heroin addicts talking about the high once the drug hits the bloodstream. "Nothing else compares or matters; you'll never understand how profound it feels; you will die for it/them" et cetera. Man, I don't EVER want to feel that obsessive about anyone or anything! What a lot of baggage. I love my child-free life and it isn't about material things or selfishness at all. It is about having the time and the opportunity to learn and grow and give back to the world and experience life in ways that a life centered on taking care of dependent children makes impossible. People caught up in raising kids have no idea how the rest of us live, either, or how rich our lives are. Mine is anything but boring or empty. Thinking of everyone I know with kids, I cringe at the thought of living their lives. Their stories are so bizarre, and yes, like those of addicts. They go on about the most god-awful, nightmarish experiences and problems with their children, but then they finish with ???Oh, but it???s all worth it!??? Like hell it is. I???d want to fake my own death. Frankly, I question their sanity. But someone has to carry on the species, so I???m fine with leaving them to their delusions of happiness. Really a parent???s love for their children has to be like a drug addiction. Otherwise no one would survive infancy, and certainly not their teenage years! My mother spent her whole adult life raising children and is the most miserable person I know. She never had time to discover or develop herself as a person and, now nearing the end of her life, is basically an empty shell. Sure, she loves us, but that's just the addiction-like effect. I feel sorry for her and all those like her.









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