I am single. I am childless. I am proud of it (finally).
Puuleeeaaase don’t pretend to condescendingly think I’m “talking myself into” this. I’m not. I’ve explored all options. I’ve explored the possibility that I’m sabotaging myself or tricking myself into believing this. I’ve explored that maybe I’m “unlucky in love” or I’m “unlucky” in getting pregnant. Nope, I don’t think so. I’m making the single, childless choices, consciously. Of course, I admit to myself and I know I haven’t made the best choices in men in the past. Ya, I could use some therapy.