tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14816443.post7146726321501768905..comments2023-03-25T09:03:43.507-07:00Comments on Childfree Me – Reflections on my choice to be childless: Wishing for the WishStashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15440437922934786574noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14816443.post-50690021959904820412014-02-07T20:18:01.478-08:002014-02-07T20:18:01.478-08:00I was a late bloomer, you could say. Started havin...I was a late bloomer, you could say. Started having sex at 22. I was REALLY picky. <br /><br />I wanted to be a mother starting at age 8, when my cousin was born. In middle school, I had made a looooong list of baby names. That desire continued for all of my 20's... I even bought baby clothes and stored them in a 'Hope Chest.' <br /><br />And then something happened.<br /><br />After Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14816443.post-17386207279237071492012-01-16T21:14:29.599-08:002012-01-16T21:14:29.599-08:00I feel so happy when you post, like you're the...I feel so happy when you post, like you're the only person in the world that I "know" who feels the way I do. I envy your ability to set your emotions aside and embrace the reality you're so committed to. I have nothing but terrible examples of what children do to a family in my life. If the marriage survives the children are insufferable. If the children and well behaved the Charlotte Pahlinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11070570774373369911noreply@blogger.com