When I’m out and about and I see parents dragging their whiny kids around, I’m filled with such relief I have peace and quiet in my life.
My life didn’t start until my 40s and so I’m really grateful to have the opportunity to discover myself and do the things that I want to do and not be tied down to the needs of others. It feels amazing.
I do want to add, I never wanted kids or get married. My childhood dream was to connect to my inner compass, be authentic and express myself freely. I am grateful to be able to actualize this.
Turn 40 in about a month and let me tell you, it’s dope AF. I’ve got more friends than I know what to do with, having way more fun than in my 20s and I’m not tied down to raising a kid. I go to cons and adventures all the time that I couldn’t do nor afford if I had kids. Having kids always grossed me out. I’ve got friends with kids that I can corrupt as needed.
Married, happy, and doing financially ok (house paid off but no real savings). Life would have been a lot harder with kids.
50F who never wanted kids.
I am lonely at times, but so are many others who have children. Most with grown children are more lonely than I am because they lose a deep connection that became central to their very being as their children grow and part. That is true even for people with good relationships with their grown children and increases with age pretty consistently in America.
There are opportunity costs regardless of how you spend your effort in this life. Parents spend most of their effort in the care and raising of another human. Even if they do a poor job of it, parenting at its bare minimum takes a lot of effort. I spent my efforts on education, work, hobbies and friends. I have money, independence and a deep love for learning. They have companionship, support systems and share a deep love with their children.
I have a lot of nieces and nephews, and they now have their own children. I love them and show up when I am needed. They do the same for me. But it is at a distance. I have never been that interested in hanging out with them and doing family things. I do attend some family events. I bring a fun energy when I do attend stuff. But I miss more than I attend and I am good with that.
Overall, I think I made the right choice and I feel pretty good about it.
You’re correct. I didn’t mean that 40 was itself too old, only that there is a certain point at which they’ll be too old for biological kids. No one is ever too old to find a new relationship though.
Wanted kids, got married and careered at the right time to fund kids, then wife had a major mental breakdown after funking out of college, developed schizophrenia, and now has the mentality of a kid. Some days a toddler, some days a high schooler. I’ve been the only household income since marriage year 2, and I can’t afford to deal with a pregnancy from that mental state or be basically a single parent afterward.
I’m considering adoption of teens after I retire and the assumed passing of my wife as she has a small pile of other health issues at this point slowly eating away at her.
Your positive energy supported her, and what goes around comes around.
I am approaching 40, and I still don’t want any, but i am deeply lonely and depressed as friendships are fading out of my life due to their children and my constant movement and disinterest.
i have no plan for the end of my life. since I won’t be able to do much at that time anyway, I’m not sure that it matters. I’m willing to suffer through it and possibly kill myself if it means that im able to live my best years with the most freedom.
I’m hoping that assisted suicide will be a thing, but I have come up with a contingency plan if it’s not. The worst thing I can imagine is being stuck in a nursing home and not knowing what’s going on or be unable to do things for myself.
I relate to this 100%
Been trying for 6 years. Not desperately, but it would be nice. Thinking about getting chickens.
If you’re doing it for companionship, get male chicks so they don’t put them in the macerator.
Mid-40s: it feels fine. It both complicates and un-complicates various things for later in life, but that’s life.
I do like kids, but never wanted my own (at least biologically; I never fully ruled out adoption). We have nieces and nephews we can spoil instead of our own, heh.
Every member of my lineage: “I will never do to my kids what my parents did to me” before doing exactly that.
Me: “I will never do to my kids what my parents did to me” fucking aced it
How old are you?
40
Meh depression is killing it, but I don’t think I’d be a good parent. I would probably be just fine but would rather help someone already here. Who knows.
Did I write this
Or has ups and downs.
I always wanted kids. So it’s a constant source of regret and emptyness.
On the other hand, life is cheaper. I can do what I want when I want. I’m not wrapped in worrying about my kids all the time.
Something that only occurred to me just now is that when I was in my 20s and early 30s and still assumed I’d have children (despite that looming self imposed pressure feeling exactly like dread), the parent-child relationship I had imagined in my head was set in the past.
I grew up in the 90s and early 00s. I’m an elder millennial. I think my gen was very lucky in that we got to see and enjoy the rapid emergence of technology before today’s capitalistic enshittification but our interpersonal dynamics and everything we did didn’t rely on it either. So the ‘come home when it gets dark’ or ‘I’ll meet you at 4 at the cinema’ mentality was still strong. No social media or inability to switch off the connection to other people.
We also didn’t have the existential crises that come with thinking about climate change, the death of truth and the rise of misinformation, and the next pandemic.
So when I was picturing raising a child it was in a dated context that for the most part doesn’t exist anymore. Yes there’s exceptions to everything - I’m speaking in a very general sense - but I cannot imagine myself growing up in today’s world. I had a hard enough time back then, with similar struggles most kids have. How the fuck would I help my own child navigate it???
No thanks.
I’m 38, wife is 40, absolutely heartbreaking. We’ve been trying for 5 years, went to the NHS for IVF, but because of the pandemic we “aged out” of multiple rounds. The one go we had didn’t result in pregnancy, and if we can’t conceive with as many rounds as we can afford private were planning to adopt. Which is pretty difficult in the UK actually.
My wife and I are 30 and we’re just doing out first round of IVF now. It’s bloody expensive in Australia we can’t really afford many rounds so it’s going to be interesting. Spending house savings on having a child was never something I thought we would be doing
Good luck to you. Try the adoption/foster-child road, bur don’t give up. My wife’s cousin tried for more than 5 years, went through several ivfs and some kind of procedure, but was considered barren at the end. But for whatever reason it then suddenly worked and they have 3 children now (they only wanted 2, but I guess they prayed too hard or something).
Off topic but you should check out a show called “Trying”. It’s quite touching
We watched a bit, it was good, but hit to close to home for the Mrs.