While you were waiting for me to change my mind about having kids.
I was in college while you were waiting for me to change my mind. I was exploring the city with new people, working odd jobs to make ends meet, and going to bubble parties. I was getting an education while you were waiting for me to change my mind about having kids.
While you were waiting for me to change my mind, I was dating and breaking up with men based on whether or not they wanted a traditional life. My heart broke when they told me they did want kids. I had wanted them to share my vision for life, but they did not. That’s okay, but still sad. But to me, it wasn’t sad that I wanted what I wanted — I was sad that they didn’t want what I wanted.
I never felt like I had to change my feelings to try to match theirs. While they were waiting for me to change my mind, I was moving on.
While they were finding partners better suited for them, I was doing the same. I was putting that I didn’t want kids in my dating profile, only to be harassed by men who did. Well, why didn’t I? Didn’t I know it was what I was supposed to do, as a woman? That that’s what my BODY was MADE for. Like I don’t also have a brain? Why does my existence have to center around my reproductive organs above all the other ones?
