I’m 42 years old, and I have never wanted children. That’s something I’ve always been honest about—first with myself, then with everyone else. Before I even got married, I had a tubal ligation, not out of fear or impulse, but certainty. I knew who I was and what kind of life I wanted. For illustrative purposes only When I married my husband—15 years younger than me—we talked about this endlessly. He admitted he’d always imagined himself as a father, but he promised me, again and again, that he loved me more than that dream. He said he chose me. I believed...
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