It’s always interesting to me, the people who are the most offended by me and Husband being child-free by choice.
I got a call from my brother today. Brother who is, just, like, shockingly unlike me. We’ve never really gotten along, aside from when were we little little, so I don’t know why it shocks me so much that we’re not only so different, but that’ he seems to be so offended by my differentness, even though we were raised to be who we are, without apology or shame. (I mean, he’s racist and a Republican and he probably should have some shame, but, whatever.)
I’m childfree by choice. Children are not for me. Or Husband. We like kids, generally, just fine (Husband is a teacher for fucks sake), we do not hate children, nor do we begrudge other people for having them. I’m glad other people have them! I just don’t want to do it myself! Just like I’m glad other people make music, and work in sales, and science, and cook! I want these things to happen in the world! I just don’t want to do them myself. It’s not a value judgement. You do you, I’ll do me. Honestly.
But I casually mention that because we are childfree having our sister’s entire family (including four children!) in our house for a week was kind of intense, and he reacts like I’ve said I think all children should be shunned or, preferably, that they never should have existed in the first place. I really don’t even know how I’m related to him.
I don’t even know. I spent altogether too much time on the phone with him. I really should have just been like Hey good to hear from you I gotta go bai.