You know that moment when you watch all of your childhood friends drive off to college, while you pull on your Foot Locker uniform once again and head back to your job at the mall?
Yeah, that’s sort of how the decision not to have kids can feel.
Choosing not to join the majority of peers as they face the unknown horizon of child-rearing means staring at them from the outside — watching them huddled together, making plans you’ll never fully understand. …
The 2016 election was my breaking point. Grief, rage, and helplessness washed over me as I watched the results come in and the map of my country turned red state by state. Each state declared a psychopathic yearning for a time in this country that never existed for people who look like me. It was a rebuke of everything I valued. It said my life was meaningless.
As a result of that disastrous night — and the absolute shit show that led up to it — I was left consumed with rage, betrayal, and a bitterness that chewed and hacked away at whatever pragmatic optimism I had left. …
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